1986, my family moved from "Three Movements" to "Military Transfer Building". The next spring, my wife got a grape branch from nowhere and put it in the flower pond in front of the door. Grapes and willows have one thing in common, that is, high survival rate. The spring breeze warmed the earth and the grapes sprouted. The whole family caressed her, watered her, fertilized her, treated her with diseases and insects, and treated her as carefully as their own children. In this way, day after day, year after year, the vines grow longer and thicker, the vines climb the shelves, and the dense leaves set up a big pavilion. When summer came, the family moved to a small bench to enjoy the cool, chatted at home and sat under her dense leaves, which made people relaxed and happy. Weekends are even more lively. The neighbors in the yard gathered under the grape trellis, playing cards, reading books and joking for hours, and they were reluctant to leave until the family called for dinner.
Grape trees bring great happiness to the whole family, but it is very effective to plant flowers in front of the door to attract bees and grapes to attract sea urchins. Every autumn, strings of crystal-clear purple grapes hang all over the branches, which is really attractive. Those naughty children drool at the sight, and they always try to pick a few to satisfy their hunger. At night, the older children stood under the shelf, jumped up and picked one by hand, all of them were crushed and still lying on the ground. This is the only thing that bothers people. Sometimes the wife will sit in front of the door with a small stool and act as the "patron saint". She won't go to bed until the children go home alone.
When the grapes are ripe, the thumb is big and fragrant. For a time, the family's face was filled with the joy of harvest. They moved out of the table, put a chair on it, took out the pot and scissors, carefully cut them off one by one and put them in the pot. So the family couldn't eat all the grapes, so they took out a lot and gave them to their neighbors to let everyone know the joy of harvest.
Who knows that by the year before last, the leaves of the old vines gradually turned yellow and fell off a lot early, and the grapes that were about to mature gradually withered. Pick one and taste it. It's bitter and astringent and hard to swallow. I thought it was a bug, and I sprayed pesticides with a sprayer every few days. Even so, the vines didn't get better. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, all the leaves of vines fell, leaving only the old vines crawling on the shelf alone, like an old man with a terminal illness. Every night, I seem to hear her groans and helpless sighs, and my heart is naturally lost and disappointed. Later, it was said that vines gave birth to "bugs". In order to verify the truth of the legend, I tore off a branch and pulled it out. It really happened! Worms, like maggots, get in from the twigs of vines, drill deeper and deeper, suck the juice and torture the vines to death. I unplugged those bugs and stomped hard with my feet to get back at the vines. Unexpectedly, last year, the old vine became magic and even grew several green buds. I called my wife happily, and she was secretly amazed. I ponder the old vine's state of mind, and I must fight against death without mercy. She has established an inseparable relationship with her master. As long as there is a desire to survive, there will be a miracle of coming back to life. Never be willing to let pests kill you, but also dress up beautiful nature with green. Courage and perseverance supported her spirit, and finally made her stand up tenaciously, adding endless happiness to my yard.
Lovely, respectable old vine!