Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 33 (Jujube Tree)
There are two trees planted in my backyard, one is a jujube tree and the other is a jujube tree.

It was planted by my father when I was very young, when I was frail and sickly, in order to replenish my body.

Now it is the sustenance of the scenery, the regret that I could not understand when I was young.

The two jujube trees have thick and long branches in just a few years, and the sweet jujubes in early autumn each year are fond memories of childhood.

As I get older, the jujube tree seems to have aged a lot with mottled fleeting years, and the pattering autumn rain falls from morning to dusk.The glass windows made a clattering sound, like the sound of red dates falling to the ground.

Now is the season for red dates to go on the market. The old jujube tree in my home yard must be covered with round red dates. It was blown to the ground by the breeze. Will there still be people who pick dates under the tree?
The autumn rain always comes playfully and playfully. The fragrance of jujube shrouds me and haunts my heart at the same time. This is the place I want to escape all my life, and it is also the place where my memories stay. Every moment is when I was there. Unreadable love.

old house.

It deduces the stories of several generations, with the inheritance and breath of several generations, the eternal and eternal sun and moon touch every corner of the old house as always.

old tree.

Every year as promised to wait for my return.I can still vaguely see my visit here on the trunk of the tree. In my dreams, I returned to that warm space countless times, and I let the Buddha fall into the gap of time, with the back of my father in front of my eyes.

Across the years, there is no wrong way to go home, the two jujube trees are still waiting for me.

(End of this chapter)