Returning to my hometown twenty years later

Twenty years later, I finally have the opportunity to return to Hangzhou, the long-lost hometown.
I walked in the camphor apartment and walked to my childhood home. There, I planted an orange tree. This tree, in my impression, can climb up with a hook. But now, I can't climb up. This tree evokes my fond memories of childhood.
When I was young, my brother and I loved to eat oranges, so my grandfather planted an orange tree in the garden. In spring, we are looking forward to seeing the orange trees almost every day to see if there is any flowering. When the first flower blooms, we will be as excited as the New Year, and we will happily shout: "Flower! Flowering!" I can't wait to turn the flowers into sweet and sour oranges. Summer is coming, and the flowers are turned into small cyan fruits. The autumn fruit grew up, and the skin was a little yellow. I peeled one of them and put it in my mouth...
"Hey," I spit it out, and my taste immediately rejected the object - too sour! I said the next time: "I won't do this stupid thing next time!" But every time, this orange will make me lick, let me try it.
On New Year's Day, we will hold a grand "picking meeting" in the garden and cut the oranges with scissors. On that day, my brother and I would have to eat the oranges of this tree to be enjoyable. For 20 years, I have traveled all over the world, but I have never eaten such delicious oranges.
In the late autumn, once again, I saw this orange tree full of fruit, and it seemed to sound like a silver bell in my ear: "Brother, the big one on the left is mine, don't grab it!" A poetic childhood, I am reminiscent of it. |||

Returning to my hometown twenty years later

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