Go back to the garden

After leaving for a long time, I finally came back today, facing the cool breeze, along the road covered with moss, I came to the little garden where I was a child.

Everything is still as familiar: the camellia is blooming in the golden sunshine, as beautiful as it was a few years ago. Under the delicate flowers, the leaves that were once green and lovely, I don’t know when it fell on a thick layer of gray. The jasmine in the grass, the green leaves are floating with a few flowers, the small petals are white as snow, simple and beautiful, a faint flower fragrance floats in the flowerbed, and has been plunging into my heart. I lowered my head and gently stroked the green grass of the goose. A few bright pearls on the grass lay on the thin blades of grass. I took a deep breath and smelled the grass of the garden...

Everything is not strange, but I grew up!

On the giant eucalyptus tree, the green leaves blocked the sun, and only a few copper-like spots were scattered on the ground. I laughed dumbly, grabbed a leaf, folded it into a leaf whistle, and blew it in my mouth: "Hey, hey..." The whistle echoed in the garden.

A white butterfly stops in the jasmine bush like a flying white butterfly. I reached out and put it into the palm of my hand. But the butterfly didn't try to thrive, but stood quietly and knew me. Maybe it was my childhood friend, I let it go, I looked up, looked at the butterfly and flew up to the sky, and turned a few laps on my head, slowly disappearing into my sight.

Look at the few iron trees, the green leaves spread out, calm and beautiful. I touched it and felt that the leaves were no longer hard and thorny, but rather soft and friendly.

Looking back at the steps paved by the bluestone slab, this is the place I have fallen. In the past, I always thought it was too high. Now I am no longer resentful. Without it, how can I feel the love of my loved ones?

Going back to the garden, the camellia is still as red as before, and the jasmine is as fragrant as ever. The flying butterfly is still so cheerful, the lush eucalyptus is taller than before, and the high steps are already full of weeds. I suddenly felt that the garden was both strange and familiar.

I sat quietly on the stone bench, and I was in a daze for a long time, remembering the happy childhood I spent in the garden... I had my playful pursuit in my childhood, my indulgent singing, my laughter, There are friends who are happy and accompanied by the love of their loved ones... But nowadays, I have grown up with the joy of growth, but at the same time I have gained the heart of growth. The garden can be returned again, but can my childhood still be owned again? ......

Fifth grade: mint grass