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 fingers. There was a strong black ant batting my finger. It had a big head and a big stomach. I was jumping and crying loudly when I found I was dear to move the ant away. As soon as my grandfather heard my crying, he ran to me immediately. He helped me remove the ant and used his saliva to cover my finger because the traditional Chinese farmer believed human saliva can help skip hurt. I felt calm when my grandfather hold me on his arm. After I stopped crying, he used a soft voice talk to me. He told me that people must respect animals, whatever they are big or small. I always remember those words. I love all the animals that my grandfather told me except snakes. I loved to help my grandfather checked out which watermelon was ripe. We enjoyed the harvest season. Many years later, my grandparents had past away, but they told me how to live in nature and respect nature always.