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In May, spring has ended, summer is coming, it seems that only one night of kung fu, a tree of flowers disappeared, into the eyes are green. Only the few pomegranate trees downstairs, full of flowers, are stunning in the alternating spring and summer. I looked out the window of the balcony and there were a few children standing under the tree looking up, what were they looking at? Didn't their grandmother also tell them that there were flower fairies living in the trees?
When I was a child, I also looked up under the fiery red durian flowers and made a prayerful wish. Because Grandma said that there is a fairy living in every pomegranate tree, she can fulfill my wishes.
When she was six years old, Juanzi next door wore a new dress and danced in the envious eyes of her friends. I whispered to the pomegranate fairy that I also wanted a beautiful flower dress. When I woke up the next day, there was an embroidered skirt on the head of the bed, and the pink silk surface was embroidered with lifelike flowers, much more beautiful than Juanzi's. I put it on, and posed with my friends on the street, and the grandmother on the side praised, the skirt of the girl is really beautiful, and lo and behold, your grandmother's embroidered flowers are the same as the real thing!
When I was ten years old, my classmates in school wore sneakers one after another, and they ran and jumped, and the sneakers on their feet were particularly eye-catching. I looked at the thousand-layered bottom on my feet and ran to wipe my tears under the pomegranate tree, the flower fairy, the shoes made by my grandmother were so ugly, and I liked pink sneakers.
In fact, the shoes made by grandma are not ugly at all, her needlework is the best in the surrounding villages, and the family's living expenses are mostly maintained by the needle and thread in grandma's hand. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I could always see my grandmother embroidering insoles under the dim kerosene lamp, and the light of the beans stretched her shadow and thinned it, and she sewed and embroidered, as if tirelessly.
Within two days, there was a pair of sneakers on the shoe rack, soft and breathable mesh, embellished with shining sequins, the pattern of the sole was non-slip, and even the color was the pink that I liked. I put it on and it was just the right size. Grandma was right, the fairy in the pomegranate flower can really make me do what I want.
When I was fifteen, I was admitted to a high school in the county. I had trouble looking at the tuition bill under the pomegranate tree, and I told the pomegranate fairy that I wanted to go to school, but the family had no money for me to study. In those days, Grandma always got up early and returned late, and I couldn't see her shadow for a day, and I didn't know what she was busy with. Then one day, my grandmother handed me a plastic bag, three layers of money wrapped in three layers, she said, Nini, this is the tuition, you just have to study well, don't worry about money, there are fairies.
I always knew that the flower fairy who protected me had always been my grandmother. She modified my skirt with her dowry cheongsam; she stayed up late embroidering insoles and used the money from selling insoles to buy me sneakers; she went to wash clothes for people and helped them weed and plough the ground in exchange for my tuition. However, my flower fairy was old, her hair was gray and messy, her palms were thin, her bulging joints were like dry walnuts, and her body was getting more and more rickety, and I hugged my grandmother tightly, and her eyes were red.
Time passed through the four seasons, and the durian flowers in the yard were thankful and bloomed. In the blink of an eye, my grandmother has been dead for more than ten years, but her love has not been far away, but burned in my heart, like a durian, and accompanied me through the future time.
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