My grandparents' house is in a small, quiet village.
It takes me only 15 minutes to get there.
I like to go to their house when I am free.
My grandparents' house is a sweet place for me.
Knowing I am coming home, my grandparents would wait me at the door in advance.
When I get home, they would ask about my health condition first.
They are slow of speech, but they can always make me feel warm.
Pass through a bamboo grove, a door made of bamboo would be seen.
That's my grandparents’ front door.
Open the door and get into the house, a high fence would appear on the right side.
The filed fenced is the house of chicken and ducks.
Different fruit trees stand around the fence, such as pear trees, grapefruit trees, and cherry trees.
When spring arrives, you would see fruit trees covered in blossom.
Pear flower is as white as snow; cherry flower is as red as the shy face of a little girl.
Those flowers are colorful and dazzling.
If gentle breeze blows through those trees, you can hear the whispers of leaves; and smell the fragrance of flowers.
Walking down a short path, you would see a small shed on the left side.
That is the house of our guard-the dog.
Day after day, he stays there and protects our family.
Yard is on the right side.
That is my favorite part of the house.
When I was a little girl, I often played games with my cousins there.
In summer days, if the “silver plate” hangs up in the sky, our family members would gather together, have dinner in the yard and watch blinking stars.
After dinner, we would sit and chat.
Sometimes we play cards together.
If anyone loses the game, then unfortunately, it would be his turn to wash dishes.
Grandparents' house is not any splendid house with beautiful decoration.
Instead, it is a simple house that carries most of my precious and beautiful memories.
It is the sweetest and most important place in my heart, because in there I have lots of fun, and I am taught what real happiness is-the company of family.
November 2014
Pilih sekarang juga! 