The Story of the Vine

Childhood, there are too many memories of good things, but all with the passage of time and gradually faded away, one by one by the memory of the treasured, only my old family's vine, will always emerge from my memory, and always let me haunting, lingering.

My family's grapevine is the only one in the local circle of dozens of families, which is precious. It is flourishing and vibrant, Jingwo in this land, pouring its life, silent dedication to its beautiful years, writing a brilliant music in its life.

Still in my elementary school, one day my mother excitedly brought back a grape seedling, I was surprised to ask my mother where to get, only to see my mother with a smile on her face, it will be in the palm of the hand, such as a treasure look said "friends give". Infected by the mother, my heart also for the leap, know that the sapling carries the friendship and heavy, excited, immediately implanted it in the soil, from the moment of planting, the heart is full of expectation and hope.

Grape seedlings live up to our hard work and high expectations, in this fertile soil grow freely. In the blink of an eye, a lush green tree in front of us, the tree is full of purple grapes, and the opposite side of the jujube tree, looking at the bunches of purple grapes in the sunshine is extraordinarily crystalline, the air is filled with the scent of flowers, fruits, flowers, intoxicating, purple grapes are mouth-watering, y, the sky rewards the hard work, a plowing, a harvest.

As the vine's branches are crisscrossed, also to avoid preventing others from picking at random, we built a grape petal frame for it. With this spacious and bright frame, the grapes on the frame are growing happily and fruitful.

Looking at the ripe grapes in front of us, we can only look at the plum to quench the thirst, the mouth to swallow, because we know that a season of grapes to catch up with the sale of a good price, you can make a profit of 50 to 60 dollars. In that family, penniless times is definitely a considerable income. It was enough to cover the tuition of our siblings, and with the rest, our mother would buy us new clothes and school supplies.

The lush grape arbor also became part of our spiritual life, adding endless fun to our childhood. Every summer, a few of our buddies came to play under the grape petal frame, hide-and-seek, until the sun goes down, the cool bed out, while under the grape petal frame to cool off, while listening, enjoying the classic story of the adults, especially every year on the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the legend is that the Cowherd and the Weaving Maiden magpie bridge meeting, but also only in the grapevine under the can be seen, the childhood of us do not argue the truth, whenever the seventh day of the seventh month! On the seventh day of the seventh month, we came early to wait under the grape arbor, looking up at the stars in the sky, looking forward to the appearance of the Cowherd and the Weaving Maiden, lest we miss it. Adults told us three times to go back to bed, but we were reluctant to leave. Although each time did not wait, but every year on this day as usual will be here to wait, always believe that this beautiful myth, not sure which year and which day will appear in front of the eyes.

In our enjoyment of the happy at the same time the trouble also comes. The sweet and sour grapes not only attracted the birds, but also aroused the sneaky peeping of the naughty little friends in the neighborhood. I remember one evening when I was rehearsing a dance at school, I arrived home at nine o'clock, and when I finished washing up and went out to pour some water, I was startled by the scene in front of me. I saw that my friends, who were ambushing me under the grape arbor, were like birds of prey who had run away in fear because of my presence, and when I was still in a state of shock, they had long since fled. In this way, in our day after day of worry, grapes are still in its ripe pace, never because of our anxiety and stop. Look at it that ripples, calm and relaxed posture quietly standing in the vineyard, swaying with the wind, watching over the future, is so leisurely and comfortable, and how cozy ah! When the grapes are ripe for picking, mom will always let us send some to the neighbors to taste fresh, so that not only to solve the small friends of the gluttony, but also to enhance the emotions between neighbors, perhaps the people of that era are so amicable it!

The four seasons are rolling by, and the years are tearing by, and a decade has passed. Because this vine wheel too long, has long been old branches and roots withered, the good years disappeared, and because we grew up one by one left home, lost the company, as well as the joy of the past, the vine is deteriorating, in the case of no one to take care of the petal frame of the grapes is very few, the father was angry and cut it down. However, despite the fact that many years have passed, every time I step into the house, do not see that once accompanied by the vine, bring us joy, the heart will still be hidden pain, mixed feelings.

The prosperity of the dry seed, can not resist the years of flow. Whenever I remember the vine, the inner attachment is difficult to release, it has too much reluctance, in fact, it has long been rooted in my heart.

The courtyard at night is still quiet and cozy, the moon's light spread over the whole earth, that once and we *** with the growth of the vine and its story, has become the past, along with the laughter of the little friends and collected into my childhood memories.