Haiku
I right here waiting,
My pure love gone with the wind,
It will come back soon.
A Picture is worth a 1000 words
My grandparents lived in a single house which far away their village. It looks lonely, but beautiful. When I was young, my parents always were busy on their business. I lived with my grandparents most of my childhood. My lovely thing to do was spending all the time in filed with them. They told me recognized peapod, cucumber, bitter-melon, Winter melon and watermelon. The plant I most liked was watermelon. In Summer, every family in the old village grew water-melon. At the end of harvest time, villagers would compare who ’ s water-melon was the biggest, and who ’ s water-melon was the sweetest. Every year, my grandfather took care of the water-melon filed likes a baby. He would woke up early to water them, and removed weeds between them. When my grandfather was working on his favorite watermelon, I was teasing ants. I dropped a leaf to block the ants. They were confused at the beginning, but they could find their way quickly. Suddenly, I felt a gain pain from one of my fing...
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