But the peach trees in our backyard are still "sleepy", with bare brown branches lining the blue sky, like a still print. Every morning, the first thing I wake up is to open the window and have a look. As a matter of fact, we are also very close to Mrs. Rena. Every time I see me, I always ask with concern, "Why doesn't your peach blossom bloom?" And I always answer vaguely: "I think … maybe … soon …" But I know very well in my heart that a pest last summer seems to have taken away its vitality. After a few days, I finally said to her in frustration, "Oh, it seems that it won't bloom!" " "Unexpectedly, she comforted me:" Don't be sad, it will blossom, it will! " "
April is American Poetry Month every year. I made an appointment with some poetry friends and held a "Spring Poetry Party" in Chinatown, New York. Before I left, I entrusted the backyard to Mrs. Rena.
The week-long party soon ended. When I got home, it was already midnight. When I woke up the next day, I opened the window and habitually looked at the peach trees in the backyard. Oh, my God, what did I see? The branches of that peach tree have blossomed several red peach blossoms!
"Peach blossom! The peach tree is in bloom! " I was so excited that I couldn't help shouting. Perhaps my shouts alarmed Mrs. Louina, who was packing in the backyard. She straightened up and greeted me. I said to her, "You're right, my peach tree really blooms!" " "She squinted at the peach tree and said meaningfully," As long as we have expectations, it will always be a flowering tree. "
After a few days, the peach blossom grew bigger and bigger, attracting swarms of bees and butterflies, entangled around it. I feel lucky: fortunately, I didn't cut it with a knife. ...
One day, I just woke up from a nap and heard the bell outside the door. I went to open the door and saw a young man standing outside, saying that he was from the Garden Department. He came here half a month ago to treat peach trees. I said as puzzled as a monk in Zhang Er, "You have never been invited to my house!" He thought he had gone to the wrong door and took another look: "This is it! Excuse me, is there a Ray Yina in your family? " As soon as I heard this, I suddenly realized that I patted my head and said, "Oh, Mrs. Rena ..." I hurriedly welcomed him into the backyard.
Later, I learned that when I visited Chinatown, it was Mrs. Ruina who invited landscape experts to bring this peach tree back to life and rejuvenate it. Recalling what she said to me that day, I don't know why, my face will be slightly hot.