In front of the school, my grandma stayed for a long time.
Palace of grandmother's old House is a warm, though it is made of walls, but warm in winter and cool in summer.
It is one of the long House, the door is the kitchen, there are two rooms. Next to the kitchen is open "courtyard" is a small yard, a small courtyard and two rooms are side-by-side, see through the little window of a room can see the garden of fruit trees and vegetables.
Memory, grandfather of serum leptin, and white, gentle, kind of culture, seldom talks, but the people are kind; grandmother is tender and never see her far (mother said she didn't tell who quarrel), also very diligent, field work and housework, she would toil, inside and kept busy.
I like to live in Grandma 's, but because they love me, there is also an important reason, is because they have a piece of the orchard. There are a lot of fruit in orchards: guava, banana, sugarcane, papaya, and so on, yellow skin, almost all fruits to eat.
Old House of the two Myrtle trees in the yard, of one flesh is red flesh, one is the flesh white flesh, white guava stuffed fried, good taste.
I often do so through the small window in the room, watching the fruit trees grow from day. The fruit are ripe, aunt begged opened the Garden Gate, go pick fruit in the garden.
Grandma always left me is large and fragrant Myrtle, ate the guava, felt pleasantly sweet.
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