Lunar-October, people in rural Shangfen day, prepared on a few fruits, some fruit, incense onto the table like to hold a memorial ceremony to supplies cherish the memory of their loved ones, this is our custom home. Father's grave to stop, I am the way back to the old house - I once lived. Push open the door into the yard, the eye is a desolate scene, the huge yard, dished out the air, leap on both sides of the road covered with a thick layer of moss, corner of the courtyard of a long humilis, an inaccessible way. 4 Tsuchiya in the small building surrounded by two layers in the middle of the more significant of the low and shabby, wall plaques versions, and almost fell off the top of the mortar. My heart acid, which is the life I have had the place could there be? There is no warmth of the past, not the laughter of old, not a shadow of brothers and sisters, parents do not affable smile ... ... Yes ah! All that has been in the past, has become a permanent memories remain in the memory of the long history, such as occurred yesterday. Father was a doctor, usually for medical treatment of people in the village, leisure time in the yard operating plants and vegetables. Our family's yard all year round shade shelter, is the side of the herb, safflower, gardenia, Plantago; is the side of the fig tree hibiscus, oleander; here is Xiaocong, eggplant, tomatoes; there is henna, Gold Chrysanthemum, dahlia. Removal of a brick-paved cul-de-sac, almost the entire yard free, even the kitchen door, a kind of musk, cumin. Mother used to say, our family is really a botanical garden. Every morning, we do not have to get up on the outside to hear squelch the sound of water, the father has to get up early, and then finish post Aerobics, has begun Shinong the yard gardening. Sun's light through the courtyard of a tall tree Law, Law, then the project has just been pouring water on the verdant green of the leaves and branches in the water under the reflection of the flash Yi Yi. Three sisters, we have been called the father, sitting in the courtyard of the Qing Shiban on reading, reading Lang Lang's voice through the green plants in the garden echoed over, often reading read, I can not help but be stopped, looked full house The green plants, the rising wave of smoke and water dishes father bent down, listening to the birds and clear the kitchen to cook his mother's voice, I am engaged, and I feel happy to be the shining sun, is the world's The happiest person. study in china learn mandarin Chinese Language