The spring rain is dense, pattering, pattering, soft and attached to this spring and the scenery, but it tirelessly sprinkles on the earth and blends into the spring mud. Yes, a spring rain brings warmth. I think the spring rain is going to play the prelude of spring, and then it will get high-key! Dear one, have you deeply felt the silent grace of spring breeze turning into rain and moistening things? All things are growing, a sign of life’s recovery; in spring, it’s time for farming and breeding! The grass perked up, showing its vitality, eye-catching and lovely green; the tree trunks also spit out spores, and the young branches and leaves wrinkled and stretched out in a long-lost posture, lazily, as if nestled in the arms of a lover, comfortable Bathed in the bright spring light and the warm spring breeze!
Spring is warm in March, with pink flowers and green willows. It is a good time for outings and spring outings. It is really full of spring, refreshed eyes, admiring flowers and sipping tea, and full of tourists. It is a great sight and sound entertainment to look up and down; you can feel free and happy!
Spring is always there year after year, which makes me sigh with emotion. Outside the wall of my old courtyard is a pear tree planted by my grandfather. As far as I know, it has lived for decades, experienced wind, frost, snow, rain, scorching heat and cold, and has accompanied my grandfather, father and me for three generations! I usually take care of the old pear tree in our house. Therefore, the old pear tree and I have developed a deep relationship.
When the spring breeze blows, the pear trees smell fragrant and are all white as usual. When the wind suddenly picked up, the fallen pear petals were wrapped in the wind and rain together with the fragrance, and scattered all over the ground. In a blink of an eye, the pear blossoms receded, and green pear leaves grew. They were oily and slippery, and their soft luster was the most mini-eye-catching. In a few days, the pear leaves will gradually grow up, and countless pears are dotted among the lush branches. Maybe it’s because of the local energy and popularity it draws from. Surprisingly, there are not many pears that bear fruit in some years. At this point, the pear has finally grown into a sweet, delicious, detoxifying and beautiful pear.
Speaking of my old pear tree, the most unforgettable thing is the interesting and touching stories my grandfather told me when I was a child! Looking back, I still remember it vividly! Speaking of the story under the pear tree, we must first talk about the little-known past event that my grandfather experienced.
Grandpa was brave and strong when he was young. He left home when he was nineteen years old and went out to make a living alone, thus supporting a family by himself. Grandpa is also a good man who is good at talking and is known to people from all over the country. Even the stories my grandfather told were more vivid and full of life interest than those in the books. This made me feel that my grandfather’s stories were so wonderful and filled me with imagination. I remember that every time my grandfather told a story, his expression would always be calm and calm, which made the people listening to the story wait quietly.
Grandpa is hardworking and simple. He settled down at the age of thirty, all by his own efforts. Although his family was poor at that time, after years of hard work by his grandfather, his life was relatively comfortable. Grandpa would often say: "Feng Shui is changing, and I don't believe that I can't get over that hurdle." He is busy every day, willing to do charity, and neatly dressed, neat, simple and generous. Especially sincere and kind to others, and kind-hearted. Later, my grandfather was recommended by someone, filled out the form, and joined the party early. And because he later became a member of the Eighth Route Army of the Township to carry out the national liberation and made great contributions, he was successfully appointed as the director of the Township Peasants' Association. From then on, he became famous and his family prospered. After retiring from office, he worked as a salesperson for the neighborhood committee for several years, during which time he worked part-time as the director of the kiln factory. I heard that my grandfather said that in his spare time, he took up the old business and picked up the crafts he had learned in his youth. He weaved baskets and tied large and small brooms. The workmanship was meticulous and durable, making everyone in the neighborhood praise my grandfather's skill.
My grandfather raised four children in his life, two sons and two daughters. The eldest son served as the production team leader, and the younger son is my father and is known as the "Old Monitor". Two of my aunts got married very young. My grandfather planted this old pear tree outside my yard the year my aunt got married, which is now full of fruits. It is said that when my sister-in-law got married, my grandfather planted a jujube tree. There is a saying that the jujube flowers are small and strong. It's just that now this jujube tree has been used as wood for furniture.
Grandpa dotes on his youngest son, and of course he dotes on his grandsons and granddaughters.
Walking into the blossoming March, the usually unique fragrance of a pear tree left me with a lifetime of precious memories!