My father was a diligent farmer. When I was young, he planted many fruit trees in front of and behind the house. Many of these mainly refer to varieties, such as peach, apricot, plum, loquat, pear, cherry, orange and so on, with uneven height and height. My family seems to have fruits planted in different seasons in the south, so it is called Orchard, which is not exaggerated at all. I grew up in this orchard. Getting up in the morning, I seldom see my parents at home. They have already worked underground early. Free I first ran to the fruit tree in my prime, picked a peach or some other fruit and snapped it. At this time, my jubilant little flower dog would wrap around me, licking my legs and feet from time to time, to show affectionate. After eating my nutritious breakfast, I went to the kitchen slowly to look for other flavors such as pancakes and cakes. Sitting on the threshold, I took a bite by myself and fed my little flower dog, so I waited for my friends to meet me while eating. Depending on the advantage of owning the orchard, it doesn’t take half an hour for a group of cousins to visit first and then. There are 8 fathers, brothers and sisters, more than 30 cousins, large and small, and more than a dozen at close range. There is no need to invite others to play games or fight for revenge. If there are only two members for the time being, they must warm up and chat for a while. If there are more than three members, they will go to Orchard Sports. Small programs are usually hide-and-seek, while big programs are simulated PLA fighting. If there are too many people, we have to make the rules of the game, or we will have conflicts with our family members and make us unhappy. The strongest cousin was always the one who decided the rules of the game. He said that whoever acted as a traitor must be a traitor, and all of us had to listen to his command unconditionally. When there are a lot of people, the scene of playing can really be described by the word spectacular. Heroes are dressed in cloak made of straw, holding flags made of rag in their hands and rushing!, I saw a rampage, the tree swaying……. After a war, there were always people who were slightly injured and crying, and many fruits unfortunately fell to the ground. My little dog followed me step by step to protect me from harm. After the game is over, the excitement receded. If the clothes are cut, the waiting may be a beating. When I was beaten, those brothers, brothers, sisters and sisters were all gone. Only my most loyal little flower dog surrounded me anxiously, Wang, Wang. Nowadays, the orchard of childhood no longer exists, because the land of hometown has been transformed. Fortunately, the orchard in my mind is still laughing.

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