Orange trees bloom year after year, just as we grow year after year. The long process is just to bear sweet fruits.
In my memory, there were several orange trees planted in my grandfather’s hometown. My grandfather always liked to take care of those trees in his spare time. In autumn, when the oranges are ripe, grandpa will stand in the yard and look at the yellow oranges and smile happily. The autumn wind is always accompanied by my grandpa’s hearty laughter.
Grandpa always picks the biggest orange, peels off the skin, divides the orange into segments, and then hands it to me to eat. When I was a child, I always loved to play tricks with my grandpa, deliberately pretending to have a painful expression on my face, and shouting: "Its so sour!" When I said this, my grandpa looked frustrated, but he still smiled. Said: "Oh, then don't eat it. Grandpa will definitely grow sweet oranges for you to eat next year." "Looking at my grandpas awkward smile, I laughed in my heart at my "little cleverness." In fact, the oranges in Grandpa are very sweet. The sour and sweet taste has long been integrated into my heart, and I still remember it now.
Actually, there is something I have always forgotten to tell my grandpa. I like to eat the oranges grown by my grandpa the most. The taste is unforgettable. Later, my grandfather passed away, and no one would peel the oranges he grew for me to eat like my grandfather did. Because there was no one to take care of it, the orange trees in my hometown were cut down. Every time I go back to my hometown, looking at the bare tree roots, my grandfathers figure always appears in front of my eyes, with the strands of white hair and his kind face. Grandpas familiar voice seemed to say in my ears: "Grandpa will grow sweet oranges next year." ”I burst into tears again and again.
One day at my classmate’s house, my classmate’s grandfather handed me two oranges. I smiled and said I wasn’t thirsty. The old man was very enthusiastic and insisted on giving me the orange, so I had no choice but to take it. The old man smiled happily and said these oranges were very sweet. I looked at the two orange oranges and thought of my grandpa. His figure appeared in front of me again: Grandpa stood in the middle of the orange tree, holding oranges and smiling at me. My dear grandpa always wanted to grow sweet oranges for his niece to eat. But now, there is no chance anymore. I am thirteen years old, I have grown up, and my childhood has passed like this, and my dearest grandfather is no longer here. I think it was great when I was a child. My grandpa would stand in front of me at any time and anything, and any mistakes would be forgiven. Now that I have grown up, I should be brave and face the difficulties in life with strength. I think my grandpa also wants me to be brave!
Therefore, an orange tree always appears in my dreams. She is blooming warmly and strongly, and there is a big tree next to her to protect her from wind and rain.
