Autumn Tales
Autumn Tales 1On a large, tree-lined hillside, there was a big, lush pine tree with a hole in it, and in the hole lived a little squirrel with a sharp melon, a long, hairy tail, and brown fur.
When fall came, his mother said to the little squirrel, "Now that you are almost 1 year old, find your own food this fall!" The little squirrel said, "No problem." But as soon as he said that, he ran out to play and didn't take it seriously, so he soon forgot about it. His mom said over and over again that he should save some food, but he didn't take it seriously when he promised. He always went to play "parachute parachute", the umbrella is his big tail, he stood in a very high tree suddenly jumped, he relied on its big tail slowly fell to the ground, really comfortable. He played a few and went to play computer games, play and then ride the bike.
In the blink of an eye, it snowed, and winter came. Only a day later, the little squirrel was hungry eyes, he thought of borrowing something to eat, he borrowed east, west, everyone said, "The winter is still very long, we do not always have enough to eat themselves." The little squirrel asked several families refused to borrow.
Finally the squirrel realized his mistake and said to his mother, "I shouldn't have been so playful, and I won't be playful again." From then on, every year in the fall, the little squirrel went around looking for food and ate a lot every winter.
Autumn Story 2The wind rose, the leaves were red, and the wildly whistling gale blew down the red leaves of autumn ......
Coming to the window and looking at the red color of the ground, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. Autumn once again came to me, however, because of it, let me tell myself at times, to be responsible for the story that happened that fall.
I was seven years old and in first grade. During the holidays, my mother bought me one of my favorite cloth dolls, and I hugged it every day and played with it, and it was a very happy time for me. But behind the happiness was an unforeseen disaster.
At noon that day, I was running downstairs with my favorite doll, and because I was running so fast, I couldn't avoid hitting a little girl. She was sitting on the ground, crying. I helped her up and coaxed her all the time, but she was still crying. I was scared, so I left her and ran home in a panic. I didn't tell my family about it, nor did I mention it to anyone. The fall night that night was dark and quiet, and more than anything else, it was cold.
I didn't go out for three days, and in order not to let my family feel abnormal, I came out to play. At the entrance of the building, I saw the last person I wanted to see, in front of me was the little girl I hit and cried three days ago. I was so scared that my heart seemed to be trembling, I was afraid she would recognize me. But I pretended not to know anything and walked past her calmly.
"Hello sister." Such a sweet voice, I couldn't believe it was even her saying it. I turned my face sideways and gave her a small smile. I saw a cute face next to a face full of smiles. I couldn't help but regret it. I sat down next to her and talked to her. I was surprised to find out that she was the same age as me, only 5 months younger. Through the exchange, it was as if she regarded me as her soul sister. Unintentionally, she talked about three days ago. A young lady accidentally bumped into her. I witnessed, and she did not notice my perversity, continued to say "I have nothing to do, she has been coaxing me, but I was born to cry, so I have not stopped. At last the young lady ran away, and I thought it must be because of me, and I tried to explain myself to her, but I hadn't remembered what she looked like, so I kept blaming myself." The wind grew stronger, and the leaves fluttered down aimlessly, disrupting the last vestiges of clarity in my mind.
It was originally my fault that even she blamed herself along with me. I did not tell her the truth, because I know that she will certainly forgive me, maybe she will blame herself even more. She and I became best friends. I secretly told myself to make up little by little for the mistakes I had made and the harm I had done to her. Every time I saw her, I would say in my heart: I'm sorry I bumped into you, I'm responsible for the consequences. The wind is small, dark clouds through a rare sunshine in the late fall.
Autumn Story 3Listen! What is this sound.
Listen! What's the smell? Look! What is that.
Oh, it is a field of wheat.
The wind blew through the wheat, and there was a whirring sound. But this whirring sound is different from other whirring sounds. This whirring sound with laughter, with sweat, wheat and wheat was blown to the side, like the "spring girl" with a "comb" - the wind - to the earth comb hair!
Kisses, slowly, y inhaled. Do you smell something? That's right. That's the smell of rice. The flavor is fragrant, sweet and lovely. How I want to taste these delicious wheat.
Headed to see the farmers uncle to give the earth "cut hair"! The farmers were sweating, but their faces were full of happiness and joyful smiles, what a simple, heartfelt smile!
I would like to become the wind and dry the farmers' faces to make them lighter.
And how I would like to become a cloud, to shield them from the sun. Let them do things quickly.
Unfortunately, I can't change anything, I can't do anything, I can only praise them silently in my heart and praise them with my pen.
This is the story of autumn, which is simple and lovely!
Autumn story 4Autumn, a beautiful season, a fruitful season, a golden season, but also a harvest season, interesting stories can be quite a lot.
I remember there was that was a late fall, I went to cram school with a few of my buddies, and when we came back, due to excessive hunger, we went to the supermarket near the cram school together, the supermarket was crowded, and a few of us took a lot of effort before we could barely squeeze in. We bought a lot of things and stood in that line as long as a snake. Waiting for an hour, only to our turn, we a few children will be those delicious put in, only to see the saleswoman aunty hands and feet to pick up the scanning gun, quickly will be those food scanning code, we opened the cell phone payment code, the saleswoman aunty hastily scanned the saleswoman aunty, we enter the payment code, even did not even look at a glance at the phone and left.
On the way home, I always feel that something is not right, to the home, picked up the phone to see, oops! Only to see the phone wrote a few big words: "insufficient balance", I heart "thump" a moment, oops, I just bought something did not pay. I sat down, a big question surfaced in my mind, I still pay or not? Still, it's too cold outside, the supermarket is far away, I do not have the determination to walk again; if not, always feel sorry for the conscience, fidgety. Faced with the two choices, I was at a loss as to what to do, as if I were trapped in a forest, not knowing whether to go left or right. In the academic burden, I made the choice to save time - "do not return", but there is always a little twist in the heart.
I talked to my mom about this before dinner and explained the reasons why I chose not to return it, hoping to get some recognition from my mom and alleviate some of the psychological guilt. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm not sure if I'm a good person. You are so busy with school now, and time is important, so mom supports you not going to pay back the money tonight, but you still have to go tomorrow, or on the weekend. You have to remember what mommy always told you - don't do good, don't do evil." I let out a "hmmm" and ate my meal briskly.
I came to the supermarket on the weekend and found the owner, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay for my purchase a week ago successfully ......" My voice was getting smaller and smaller, and I never dared to raise my head to look straight into the eyes of the owner. "Oh~ it's okay, what a good boy!" The boss's words were like rain after a long drought, moisturizing the parched ground inside me. I raised my head and looked at my boss's warm smile, and I couldn't help but return it. Finally, I ended my absent-minded and tormented week. Walking out of the supermarket, I dialed my mother's phone: "Mom, today's sky is blue, the clouds are white, the osmanthus flowers are very fragrant ......"
In this gorgeous, harvesting season, a payment of a small experience, so that I learned to stick to honesty and kindness. "Do not take the good for the small, do not take the evil for the small", this old saying mom has been reminding me since I was a child, I think I want to spend my life to abide by, to practice.
Autumn story 5
Autumn, with a graceful step, came to visit.
Autumn, an artist, painted a picture carefully. Brush stroke, the leaves slowly turned yellow, the crops are all ripe, the sunflowers are also low and bent ...... brush stroke, the wind is not hot at all, but let people feel the joy of the harvest.
Autumn, is a musician, she played the violin, gently with the sound of the piano to tell the children: "The weather is cold, more clothes to play again ah!"
Autumn is different from summer, spring and winter. Summer is a spicy street dance girl, spring is a beautiful and lovely princess, winter is a cold and arrogant female knight, autumn is elegant and temperament. Autumn has her different charm from others.
Autumn, where to go busy now? She is eliminating the shadow of summer little by little!
Autumn, there are a lot of interesting stories, is waiting for us to find ......
Autumn Story 6A cool wind blew, the summer girl in a beautiful costume, gently and quietly left. Ushered in the autumn season. Autumn rain, dripping, like an ode to love, pulled my emotions a long, long time, so I can not help but think of that autumn ......
The pouring rain outside the window, unstoppable, and in the classroom I, anxiously waiting for my mother, I really regret, why did not listen to my mother's words, why do not you bring an umbrella? "Xiao Chen, bring an umbrella! The weather forecast says it will rain today!" Mom shouted loudly to me. I looked up at the sky, it was clear, how could it rain? "Mom, today is a sunny day, how can it rain?" After saying that, I ran away without a trace.
In the afternoon, when the third class was over, the sky suddenly changed its face from sunny to dark clouds. A moment is going to rain, dad is on a business trip, mom is working in the company, this ...... how do I go back ah?
After school, outside the "clattering" of the pouring rain. Everyone is gone, and stay in the classroom I can not help but shed tears, outside the window of the rain is still uninterrupted rain, and the rain in the crowd but the vague appearance of a familiar figure - "is mom!" I shouted. "Xiao Chen! Quickly put your clothes on!" After saying that, he draped the clothes over me here. On the way home, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, I did not get wet at all, but my mom was soaked, looking at the "soup chicken" like mom, I can not help but shed two lines of hot tears.
Yes, the world's mothers are like this. Mother's love is the warm sun, dedication to her light; is a vast ocean, showing a broad bosom; is a fertile soil, feeding the children grow up strong. The greatness of a mother's love lies in the selflessness of mother's love: mother's love is a crutch in difficulty, when you stumble, to help you find a good center of gravity, supporting a field of hope. The figure in the rain that day is not exactly a true reflection of the mother's love?
Autumn Story 7Taking advantage of the double festival, taking advantage of October, my mother rushed to take me out, and autumn to a "close contact". We are going to visit the park and see the woods.
The fall wind gently blowing me, I slowly walk on the road.
The first to arrive is the jungle. In the forest, there are trees that are still green, trees with yellow leaves, and trees with fallen leaves. I asked the tree with the fallen leaves, "What is it like in the fall?" The tree choked and complained, raging against the relentlessness and bleakness of autumn; I asked the tree with yellow leaves, "Hey, what do you think?" The tree sighed, "Ugh, just getting by." "Don't you guys talk nonsense, fall is so beautiful!" The tree, still green, impatiently broke the conversation between them. "And is fall good or bad?" I asked again. At this point, the trees argued, letting no one go. I couldn't stop them, so I continued on to see what lay ahead.
In front of us was a park, very big, with fallen leaves everywhere. Inside the park is cold, bleak, a little bit of human feelings are not, like a piece of ice that will not melt, dead. Into the face of the willow trees, hair, their long green hair in the spring, all become tattered and torn, a complete leaf are not. I wondered why the willow tree had become like this, so I asked it: "Huh? How did your hair get like this?" The willow tree didn't say anything, just silently cried. I panicked, thinking about the conversation in the forest just now, I can not help but somewhat agree with the falling leaves of the tree, and there is also a little melancholy in my heart. Just ready to leave the park, a chrysanthemum caught my attention. It stood in the dead leaves and yellow grass, not panic at the scene in front of me, enjoy like bathing in the autumn wind, but also from time to time emit some unique aroma. This aroma is healing, refreshing, in a piece of defeat, it is beautiful and moving.
Walking home, but the heart always think of the corner of the chrysanthemum, the mood is also much higher. Autumn has no harsh wind, no red hot sun, no unnecessary noise. It has more than enough comfort and quietness. Autumn may be a little defeated, but there is also a good harvest; autumn may have "old trees withered crows", but there is also "frost leaves red than February flowers".
Autumn tells me that perseverance can be fragrant.
Autumn story 8
Autumn is here, the red fruit hanging all over the treetops, is gradually turning yellow on the grass, there are a few beautiful flowers, there are a few mushrooms, like a small umbrella open. The birds are flying around freely, and the clear river is slowly flowing by like a granny.
In this beautiful meadow came a few small animals. They are Piglet Rarely Hollering, Bear Chubby, Monkey Jumping, and Rabbit Goody. Squirrel said, "I want to eat fruit." Jumpy said, "Then go pick it yourself!" Chubby ran quickly to pick the big duck pear that he liked to eat, and Jumping and Rare Hurl followed. The good boy saw, also "hula" ran to go. After picking the two duck pears, the snorer felt tired and yawned, thinking, "I'd better take a nap first!" Jumping saw it, tugged its big ears and said angrily, "Don't you want to eat fruit? I'm not going to help you!" Rarity heard this and immediately got up and went to pick his favorite fruit. Boy wondered, "What am I going to pick?" Jumpy said, "Aren't apples usually your favorite? Those mushrooms are so little and they have to be baked, what a hassle!" Good boy heard this and thought it made sense. Jumpy ran off to pick his favorite banana. Rarity picked a big watermelon, and it came toward the meadow holding a big, round, rolling watermelon. Jumpy swung from the tree all at once with the banana in his arms. Goody and Little Bear came too, and when they saw that both Thin Hurl and Jumpy had come, they said, "Let's have some fruit! Let's eat our own picks first!" "Good! Good!" They sat on the grass and ate the fruit and told funny things, the laughter echoed in the sky for a long time.
Autumn Story 9By thinking about participating in collective art teaching and research activities in conjunction with the case study of Autumn Story, we young teachers have come to realize that we have gone into several misunderstandings. The children's various behaviors are exactly what we encountered in teaching art classes as well as the problems we could not begin to solve. Through the case study, combined with the age characteristics of our own small class and the graffiti period when the children are in the phasing of drawing. It makes us realize that we need to pay attention to several points in the teaching process:
1. The theme of the painting should be responsive to the needs and interests of the children.
2. Support and assistance should be provided to children according to their different needs and levels of active learning and construction of their own drawing skills.
These two points struck a chord with me.
In painting teaching, for example, in Yang Jingzhi's painting teaching, the lesson of "Doing Gymnastics", combined with the children's own practical experience, through the teacher's language prompts, prepared materials and so on, the children quickly drew their own way of doing gymnastics. The children were happy to share their drawings with the children and talk about what they had drawn. This is much more meaningful than what we used to do, which was to let the children just copy.
This is the use of look and do method to stimulate the interest of children.
According to the different levels of development of children in small classes, some children drew tadpoles; some children used simple circles, folding lines, straight lines to draw children bending over to do gymnastics; some children also noticed some color changes and drew children holding hands to do gymnastics.
Through the teaching and research study, we have a new understanding of art. Let yourself in the future art teaching, have a reference role.
Autumn Story 10It's October. A very cool wind, a falling leaf slowly slowly floated down.
I looked out of the window and the leaves on the trees were yellowing little by little, as if they had been infested by insects. Later, the yellowed leaves were flying in the sky.
I stared out the window in disbelief, watching the dead leaves slowly fluttering in the air before they turned to dirt. Fascinated, I wondered: why isn't it as beautiful now as it was in the fall of the book? Of course, books are books, and reality is reality.
Yes, fall is here, another of the four seasons.
As the dead leaves fall to the ground, so does autumn once again come to earth, and she allows living things to have the beginning of a new cycle, but why doesn't she let there be a cycle of life?
The tiny seed buried in the spring, in the fall, has grown into a plump fruit, fragrant fruit bloomed all over the branches, let people want to gnaw a bite.
Let's take a walk on the countryside path.
Afternoon in the countryside at dusk. Come to the maple forest, full of maple leaves form a natural, simple and gorgeous carpet. Full of fall . Breath.
To the orchard. The light and strong fragrance of the nose. Colorful fruits dropping into the eyes. That is how much of a mouthful!
Back to the rich and prosperous city, people are wearing fall clothes. Only occasionally met a few people eating popsicles.
The fall brings infinite hope to children. Because the fall has come, winter is still far away? The children in the winter, and can play the snow stick, pile snowman ......
Thinking of this, a gust of wind blew, oh, I have to go to meet the fall. I went, a tree outside the window, there is another falling leaf floated down ......
Autumn Story 11In a flash, August still has a few hours will become the past. Looking at the circle of friends, some people sunshine 80 after the beginning of the school grips the photo, a flash is more than ten years.
A few days ago, I said, "Autumn should have a story, must be warmed a cup of wine, make a pot of tea, or sitting under the fruitful tree, or half lying in the occasional wind in the sun, listen to it slowly say.
What exactly did it say, I am also very curious. Autumn, the night wind gradually have a cool, wandering in the streets of the lights, looking at the university campus out of the in and out, coming and going of the young face, can not help but reach out and touch the stubble on their own chin. Well, I was young once, and I'm not old now. Perhaps growing up is the daily practice of picking up a razor and letting the new beard that grew last night say goodbye to the morning sun!
Early autumn leaves have no flavor, have to wait for some days, layers of different colors, just in time. I have seen the yellow of the ginkgo biloba, the red of the maple leaf, and those demonic green. But the green of fall and winter always lacks a bit of spirituality. Oh, except for the ones that snowball in winter.
The city's fall, not as distinct as the rural fall. I remember in the rural home, this time is almost busy. The first few years of harvesting peanuts is a physical job, and can be named the same as pulling wheat earlier. Fifteen or sixteen years old to do this kind of work tired straight waist, adults will comfortably say that people are still small, you that is not waist, is the "half", so far I do not understand why this is said.
The fall means that the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer. But once the biological clock is in place, it doesn't matter if it's 24 hours a day or 24 hours a night, it doesn't make a difference.
I think the fall will not be stupid to put its story of a brain all finished, so slowly listen to it, I did not warm wine and tea. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. But for the time being, there will always be a time of peace.
In addition to these nagging autumn now, I think I should also have a story! Well, this story should start from where it.
Maybe there is no story, just write a lot of drama in ten years did not act, and the actor, the actress did not know the script, do not know what you want to play, plus I am a "goat" goods, let's call it a goat, well, it is quite embarrassing.
Next year, I plan to start writing my own story, "Walking with Love," but now I can't even find the main character of the story. Woof woof woof ......
Autumn, I'd rather wait for you to tell your story, please tell it slower, the wind is a bit strong, and there is sand in my eyes.
Autumn Story 12Autumn is here again, and again, a gentle rain covered the whole sky, I reached out, the rain drops fell on my hand, it was so comfortable. Suddenly, I saw the flower umbrella, and I remembered the beautiful story that happened in the fall ......
That day, the rain came and went erratically, a moment of downpour, a moment of fine rain. When I was about to step out of the door of the kindergarten, the rain fell again, I had no choice but to wait patiently like this. One minute, two minutes, three minutes... The rain seemed to be playing a joke on me. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I was about to grab my school bag and rush off when she appeared and handed me a flowery umbrella. I looked up and saw that it was her, so I said to her, "What are you going to do if you lend me your umbrella?" "It's okay, my house is close to the school." She said. At that time, I didn't think much about it and picked up the umbrella and went home.
The next day, I took the flower umbrella was about to return to her. She was not there. The teacher said to us in class, "A student is sick today and can't come to school, so please ask the student who lives in Yangshashan to bring her homework!" "Yangshashan!" Her family lives in Yangshashan, which is half an hour away by bus! Besides, she had to walk a long way to her home, so it would be strange if she didn't get sick! At that time, I was very remorseful, because if I didn't take her umbrella, she wouldn't have gotten sick, and if she hadn't gotten sick, she would have been able to come to school happily today. Sigh, this is all my fault, I really shouldn't have taken this umbrella! In the afternoon, she came to the class, I immediately picked up the flower umbrella and returned it to her, she took the flower umbrella and said to me, "How is it, you didn't get wet, did you?" I blushed and said, "No, I'm sorry." "It's okay, it's just an illness, what's the big deal?" After saying that, we both laughed happily.
The kindergarten is over, we are about to separate, on that day I gave her a pencil case, she gave me an umbrella, the flower umbrella, the flower umbrella that set up the friendship between us.
I touched the flower umbrella, the classmate's face appeared in front of me again. Ah, the top of the flower umbrella that I love, I do not know when I can be with you between the owners?
Autumn Story 13There is a forest on the edge of the village, and I have to pass by it every time I take a walk after dinner. The forest is not big, but very quiet. Every time I pass by there, it feels as if time has slowed down, like a slow-motion scene in a movie, where everything slows down.
Every hint of wind and leaf movement can be seen clearly. Those trees who don't know how old they are, have been standing there for many years, and have experienced countless springs, summers, autumns and winters. Every spring gives it hope; every summer gives it life; every fall lets it down; every winter lets it wither. What's the point of living such a weekly life? I suddenly had a special feeling, as if I had disappeared from this world, leaving only a wisp of soul floating in the forest. In the clear wind and under the long moon, I heard a voice floating in the forest: "Isn't human life like this?" I realized in a flash that all human lives are like trees - with their joys and sorrows, their worries and their happiness. When I saw the leaves wobbling and floating down from the tree I said to my companion, "The leaves are really smart, they know it's cold, so they hide." My companion said, "Is it clever? In my opinion it is escaping. Escape from the cold winter, escape from the killing of winter, escape from the dying of life." I have never thought about this question, in order to escape, to "smart" as an excuse to cover up their own fear.
People are always like this, using cleverness as an excuse to escape from boredom, to escape from sorrow, to escape from all the miseries of the world. However, when the "spring" comes, there is a piece of "leaves" scrambling out of the branches of the tree. Even the "plum blossoms" that fight the frost and cold are just a few. God may be tired of the sound of cicadas, so let the fall insects to replace. Cicadas have been waiting underground for many years, finally ushered in the light, and then was mercilessly broken. But the passing of the cicada is for the glory of the autumn bug. In order to accomplish the splendor of the autumn bug, the cicada makes its years of torment underground instantly uncountable. This is probably what a success is all about, isn't it? The cicada endures years of darkness underground in exchange for the splendor of the fall insect. Is it worth it? Is this the meaning of cicadas? I was silent. The autumn wind blew away the vitality, but blew in the harvest. Farmers sowed seeds in the spring and now reap the fruits.
Those who sowed beans harvested beans, and those who sowed grains harvested grains. That's what it means to reap what you sow, isn't it? Wheat and either tired or ashamed and farmers on their careful care and embarrassed, one by one, all lowered their heads, silent, like a child who made a mistake, did not say a word. Autumn is a beautiful season, but who noticed its beauty? When I stand quietly under the tree, have hands to welcome a falling leaf, I found it has a kind of untouched natural beauty. The beauty of these surroundings is precisely what people do not find. Who has ever stopped for a butterfly on the roadside, who has ever held his head high for the geese in the sky. If there has been, then for his life a little more embellishment, for his life more a good memory. Poets have celebrated the chrysanthemums of autumn, but how many have noticed the bugs in the stamens?
Under the cover of that high wind, lurks a heart that is extremely inconsistent with the appearance, like a dirty undercurrent surging under that clear river. Autumn quietly came, and quietly past, without leaving a trace, like a white horse, can not retain the memory of it.
Autumn story 14Autumn came, our city district by the original lush green became colorful.
The laurel tree is still flourishing, turquoise leaves in the middle of hiding a goose-yellow osmanthus flowers, osmanthus has four petals petals, like a grain of rice, like a pearl ...... strong fragrance refreshing, intoxicating. From a distance, the osmanthus tree looks like a sweet-smelling giant lollipop.
Tall and sturdy luan tree began to fall flowers, yellow flowers colorful, that is simply a spectacular "flower rain", parked in the luan tree under the car was "drenched" into a "flower car! The car parked under the luan tree was "drenched" into a "flower car"!
Maidenhair tree fruit, a string of green fruit hanging in the treetops, and round leaves against the tree, looks very naughty.
The pomegranate tree is full of green and red pomegranates, as big as a small fist, like a group of naughty dolls playing hide-and-seek among the branches and leaves, hot and lively.
The pink flowers of the acacia tree blossomed in the sunlight with a smile, those flowers like light feathers, and like a butterfly that wants to fly with vibrating wings, and the green striped leaves swayed in the autumn wind. Acacia trees bring a different style to the fall.
The ginkgo trees on both sides of the main road in the district began to turn into a tree of golden yellow, yellow "fan" have fallen to the ground, a few small dolls squatting under the tree to pick up the leaves, a few old people leisurely sitting on the bench, they are chatting, while watching the little dolls with loving eyes.
The leaves of the willow tree are a little yellow, the park tree is still as robust, the wisteria climbs all over the shelves ...... bugs chanting shallowly in the bushes, and the birds singing happily in the branches ......
The neighborhood in the fall is really a moving picture!
Autumn Story 15Today the weather was a little gloomy, and not like it was going to rain, and there was no sun to tell the time. In the morning, I stood on the balcony and looked at the ridge in the distance, like a long dragon lying across, where the mountain reflected in the eyes is a dark green.
Walking downstairs in the old man has put on a thick coat, some people leaned against the fence of the district to see the construction of the site outside, and from time to time drove past the noise of the subway and vaguely came from the old man, jumping square dance music, a cool wind blew through the trees, a few pieces of withered leaves, Shenzhen has been the end of the fall.
Last year's National Day, my father took me back home to visit my grandparents in Jiangsu Province, the plane took off in a little more than two hours, 9:00 a.m., we arrived in the city where my grandparents, uncle and cousin to the airport to pick us up.
We came back to Grandma and Grandpa are very happy, the whole morning Grandma is busy with lunch, a big table at noon, Grandma's cooking skills are very good, the taste is better than the mother to do good.
The next day, my uncle took me, my cousin and my cousin's cousin to the old house in the country to see, Dad, there are other things did not go with us, but he bought some tribute to the paper money, so that my uncle took me and my cousin to pay tribute to the great-grandparents.
When we got to the village in the countryside, uncle met old people he knew and talked by the roadside, and me, my cousin and my cousin's cousin from my uncle's family ran to the old house together.
We forgot to ask uncle for the key, we decided to turn the courtyard wall into, but the front, east, west wall are too high, we did not send over, had to walk around the wall, see where the wall is low, in which to turn, walk to the back of the see a pile of stones, we stepped on the stones to climb into the yard, we immediately began to look for the key, first looking for the kitchen, and then looking for the dining room is not, and finally in the living room of the sofa to the key. We were able to find the key under the couch in the living room.
We were about to go out when we saw four kittens who had just grown hair and had not yet opened their eyes, the big cats hid on the side because they were afraid of people, and the four little ones were shivering in the wind, so the three of us took a broom head and put it on the wall to protect them from the wind, and then we took a broken bowl and poured fresh milk for them, and then we went to worship our ancestors.
We went out of the door, followed by uncle to worship ancestors, we went to the old lady and the old lady's grave, my eldest uncle in front of the two old graves kowtowed four heads and said, grandpa, I brought your two great-grandson to see your old age, and then it was my brother and I together kowtowed four heads and burned some paper money.
Facing the last sunset, uncle took us back to the county town, I do not know what will become of the next time I come back here?