The long reed flowers


In childhood, my grandma's small garden, there is always a large grass when autumn comes, it becomes a big cluster of white flowers, swaying gently, beautiful dance. They are tall and straight stems, thin, long leaves, flowers white, fluffy. Naughty, the wind dancing merrily across flocculant blows up a bunch of flowers, flocculant, flying, compass college like a hike up the snow.

When my cousin and cousin would clap hands laughed: "snow snow!!" Then stretched out his hand to pick up the light of flocculant, but always also can not meet, maomao flocculant son pour glue on the hair, a comic. We are always in the "snow", often stop to look at each other, can't help laughing.

"This is what the grass?" My cousin asked in a face of innocence, that she ratio I big, will know.

"Uh..." Cousin stuttered for a moment. In fact, only a year older than I and she doesn't know what. But we cannot abandon the sister's face, she cleared his throat, pretending to be a knowledgeable, pretend to say: "that...... is called snow grass, you have not found it flowering flocculant son like snowflakes flutter?" "Oh!" I understand nodded, the in the mind is full of foolish.

War is a childhood with snow grass one of our three children love to play games. First, choose grass is the key. We will each cat, in the lush snow grass for a thick stems, flowers, most flocculant son most of snow grass, carefully to pull it down. Sometimes we tried to put it off, it means that this is a "good grass".

You can find the "good grass", or holding the blade of grass, triumphant, face satisfiedly smile, that mean: see, I have my eye! ; Beaming, either a delighted smile on his face; Either laughing face upwards, proudly show off in an ostentatious manner to show off.

Next, everybody looks at each other, frowning and motioned with their eyes, the meaning is "alliance" with each other. "Hey!" Cousin blink eyes at me, nu skin hk and I got the message nod. To take our own cousin commanded, "weapons" - all fell on the snow grass cousin.

Cousin panic, grabbed a snow grass to block our offense, but outnumbered, still can't get rid of me and cousin. "Pop" our snow grass like the raining to unstructured play on cousin, flocculant, floating around, "snow" on cousin hair, clothes, make he is covered in a full face of "snow". He was not angry, but laughed, laughed at in the sky "Snow White" running around. Perhaps, this is the tong zhen, this is my childhood.

"It's so big, can when the broom?" Cousin ideas again, and unconstrained style "is used to sweep the floor, a few days ago my grandmother is not to say that no broom!" Cousin want to don't want to just agreed: "hurrah!" To start, we tried to pull a few roots thick snow grass, they are probably the major player in the grass. Next, it's time to find a rope, but where there is? We have encountered a problem. "There is!" Cousin flashes, unter den unter den ran upstairs and dig out a sports shoes, word began to dismantle his shoes.

Shoelaces break out, cousin carry shoelaces, excitedly round around a few snowflakes branches, grass, made a strong and beautiful bow. "Look at our work at an early age will do broom!" I said cheerfully, there was the delight on your face, really want to pull the "broom" out to show off.

At this time, my grandmother came back. "Grandma, you look! We have done a broom!" Cousin proudly to the grandmother boasting, hoisted into "broom" cried loudly. "What you made of?" Grandmother who smile said, nu skin hk curiously looked at this wonderful work "broom". "Snow flower and the grass!" The three of us with one voice answered loudly.

Grandma finally could not help but laugh, smile became a chrysanthemum: "ouch! What snow grass! That's a reed! Ha ha ha......" She is laughing at what? Laughing at our childlike innocence? Laugh at our childish? I couldn't say for sure.

Although we love snow grass changed name, but we still love it, love it pure flowers, like the wind blows over it flutter of flocculant, like dancing in the sky "snow" white, like a childhood with me through the long reed flowers...

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