Fortunately, there are those trees

Fortunately, there are those trees

A few days ago, I went to the church wedding of Uncle son, once again to the grandmother's old house – surrounded a hut and a ring of the pilaster. Grandma has no sons, only my mother's aunt and two daughters, married outside. Original old houses are built of mud brick, have long collapsed collapse, mothers and aunts all chipped in with a brick pilaster of the two-meter-high, surrounding it. Old House no one lived, to House means little, enclosed pilaster is to guard the ancestral house.
Grandmother has passed away for 19 years. Grandpa go even earlier.
Since after the death of her grandmother, I haven't to grandmother's village. Has no relatives in the village, only one uncle and his family lived in the town, occasionally look at the old House back to the country.
Environmental change around a large, previously open space are building a House, in which old grandma surrounded by houses.
As usual no one living around the old House are full of weeds and pilaster, half personal height, looked very bleak.
See people to empty the room, scene of a luxuriant growth of grass, my heart is a dreary, tears just rustle down. Here's my grandfather grandmother figure for their hard work, here is our sister and brother playing playing tracks, here how hilarious, this used to be our paradise!
Tears in the hazy, I was excited to discover that the two guava trees, yard still stands there. Old house door was locked, I only see a guava tree canopy, still dancing under the leaves, like a big green umbrella and keep here, for this homeland shade rain.
See two guava trees, I Kiss, memories about my grandpa and Grandma scene surfaced in my eyes.