Writing Uncle's Excellent Original Composition: People and Scenery

In my mind, my uncle is an artist, craftsman and gardener.

Speaking of my uncle, it is actually very simple. He was a rai

Writing Uncle's Excellent Original Composition: People and Scenery

In my mind, my uncle is an artist, craftsman and gardener.

Speaking of my uncle, it is actually very simple. He was a railway worker, which was an enviable stable job in our village at that time. Because of work, my uncle goes to work for a week, then takes a week off, and has a lot of leisure time. In addition, my uncle has a wide range of hobbies, so he strives to cultivate himself into a versatile person.

As far as I can remember, my uncle can play many kinds of musical instruments, such as playing erhu, playing flute and cucurbit flute, which are always kept at home. My uncle's music is all written by hand. He is a delicate and gentle man with a thick stack of music. Some of them are old and yellow, but they are well preserved and not worn or damaged. My uncle put these music scores in a box. Every morning, he moves the equipment, leans the music on the box cover, sometimes plays the flute, plays the erhu and plays his favorite things if he is interested. When my uncle is at home in the morning, we can all hear long and beautiful music. Later, when my uncle had a grandson, he was often away, so my uncle put his grandson's photo and music together, which seemed to make him more energetic to play. You may think that people who know musical instruments must be elegant, but I don't think my uncle is elegant at all. What impressed me the most was that when it was cold, my uncle would wear a military coat of unknown age, a woolen octagonal hat and a pair of big cotton shoes, hunched slightly, just like a funny old man, but as soon as he picked up the instrument, he would be refreshed and immediately addicted to it. I remember once, in order to complete an interview task, I went to interview my uncle and asked him how he could play these instruments. My uncle just played it down: self-taught. Ask again, and my uncle will stop talking. This should be because of love. There is no need to tell anyone about all the sufferings. I have been immersed in these hobbies since ancient times.

Apart from my uncle's music, what fascinates me most is my uncle's kingdom, which is a small garden. Before the garden was not very big, my uncle's potted plants were placed at the door. Later, he surrounded a vegetable field next to it, which was obviously much bigger. Many potted plants in my uncle's garden were found by himself in the mountains. When I was a child, my uncle was always free. He will go up the mountain to find his favorite things, and he will also roll up his trouser legs and stay on the beach for a day to pick up the stones he wants. My uncle never does farm work. My aunt is busy growing corn, tea and beans at home, but it is also related to his garden. My uncle can do it with great energy and ideas.

At first, the flowerpot in the garden was made by my uncle himself, so I surrounded a rectangular trough with cement according to the model. Although it is not as beautiful as the flowerpot I bought, it is also very similar. Later, maybe my uncle felt that it was not very elegant, so he changed all the flowerpots he bought into ceramic ones with patterns, and his small garden became exquisite.

There are all kinds of potted plants in the small garden, and my knowledge in this field is also very lacking. My uncle didn't make special cards for these plants. Although I like watching them myself, I don't know their names and I haven't asked my uncle. My uncle likes to fix the shape of potted plants with thin steel wires. The wild plants originally transplanted from the mountains look crooked, but after being built by my uncle, they can be thoroughly remoulded and grow into beautiful shapes in a few months. In this way, I realized that many plants with beautiful bodies outside were artificially modified. At first, I sympathized with them for not growing naturally, but later I gradually let go: art always has to be dedicated. If you want to be better, it is understandable to go through some hardships.

Besides potted plants, my uncle likes decorating. In the small garden, there are two mini rockeries, one beside a small fish pond, and the rockery is nourished by water all the year round. Moss is lush and dense. An old man wearing a green bamboo hat and green hemp fiber is sitting by with a fishing rod in his hand, and the thin thread on the fishing rod just hangs in the fish pond. There are goldfish swimming leisurely in the fish pond, as well as colorful fake fish, and of course, some aquatic animals such as turtles and turtles that my uncle put in as substitutes. Next to my uncle's newly expanded wall, there is also a rockery made of some stones. The rocks stand tall, some wild animals cling to them, several big green snakes hover in them, and an eagle spreads its wings and wants to fly. The decoration of these two mini rockeries is enough to show that my uncle is a person who is very interested in life. My uncle likes to put these fake things in his small garden, and they are scattered and well placed. I remember once, my uncle put a fake flower in the middle of Cycas. As soon as I entered the door, I couldn't help but marvel: Wow, I actually saw Cycas bloom for thousands of years! Looking carefully, it turned out to be fake flowers, which made me laugh and cry.

Flowers in the small garden bloom in an orderly way all year round. In spring, winter jasmine, morning glory, Chinese rose and all kinds of unknown flowers compete with each other, which makes them particularly beautiful in a piece of green. Butterflies play in the flowers, dragonflies rise and fall, and bees join in the fun. What's a small garden like in spring? Is the butterfly dancing from time to time, and the charming Yingying just cries? This world. You can imagine that in the warm sunshine, an old man is holding a bamboo flute and playing affectionately. The flowers nearby are smiling and listening happily, and the flying insects are flapping their wings and clapping violently. Everything is so natural and beautiful.

In summer, all kinds of melons and fruits bloom for the first time. Uncle's melons and fruits don't need a rattan frame. My uncle scattered their seeds beside some small pine trees, and the vines followed the trend. When they bloom, they will add a little color to the pine trees. Small white flowers of cucumbers and peppers. Dressed up in the hot sun, two tall pomegranate trees stood out from the crowd with red flowers shining on their branches.

In autumn, melons and fruits are ripe and mouth-watering. Pomegranate also bears fruit, which attracts neighbors and children to look around. Throughout the autumn, I went to my uncle's house more often. When the pomegranate was about to crack, I picked up a long bamboo pole and collected our snacks. In addition, there are kumquat and bergamot, and there are several green dates on a jujube tree in the corner. But I think the most beautiful thing is a row of flowers on the other side of the wall. When I first saw this flower at my uncle's house, I liked it very much. It has flowers without leaves, and it looks like a dragon's paw, and its color is like blood. It is really a flower with a story. Later, I checked the information to know that it is said that this flower only blooms in the dead, and it is a guide to a long dead end. When the soul forgets Sichuan, it forgets all previous lives and everything that once became the other side. The deceased stepped on this flower and led to the prison of the underworld, hence the name? Flowers on the other side? With his fiery body, light up the way home of every lonely soul and wild ghost. The Buddhist scripture says: this flower blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. Flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death. What sad flowers.

In winter, snowflakes are flying all over the sky and the small garden is covered with a layer of silver. However, Meihua finally stretched out and blossomed in the cold snow. The yellow wintersweet exudes an attractive fragrance, which makes people can't help but put their noses close and suck hard. Red plum blossoms are particularly bright in the snow. Sometimes it sucks. Shake the branches, plum petals fall in succession, gorgeous all over the ground. Uncle and nephew made a snowman by the fish pond, put on a red scarf and planted a plum blossom. What a beautiful snow girl. If it clears up, my uncle will move his bamboo recliner into the garden and bathe in the sunshine. Or start playing by yourself. You can also imagine an old man playing the erhu in the warm sunshine, with long strings flowing from winter to spring. At the foot, a fat cat curled up lazily. Not far away, Snow Girl is still smiling.

My uncle's garden is richly renovated every year, and my uncle's flute continues every day. But now, everything has been fixed in the autumn of 20 15. My uncle can't afford to get sick. I wonder if my uncle is worried about his garden in his hospital bed. Have you thought about what to do with his treasure? Maybe, maybe not. All this is unknown. Walking through the small garden of the four seasons, it seems that you can wait to see my uncle's simple and colorful life.

The beginning and end of fate, flowers bloom and dust fall. That autumn, the flowers on the other side were in full bloom, and my uncle's road to his hometown was not lonely. However, after that year, the design and color of the small garden are no longer, and the flute is no longer.

Zhangyan is a Chinese teacher in Grade 7 of Yuhong School in Shexian County, Huangshan City.

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