I always remember the pomegranate flowers on the pond Ridge. In fact, the pomegranate tree has been gone for a long time, but I remember it in my heart. It seems that the pomegranate tree always grows on the bank of the pond, and it will bloom with red flowers every year. Several rows of old houses, taking advantage of the mountain, all the waterways lead to the pond. The typical Four Rivers return to the tangge Bureau, and the pond becomes the source of the old house. Only with its nourishment can a house be rich, will flourishing population. Looking from a distance, the pond looks more like the eyes of the old house. As long as it is always bright, shiny and lustrous, people who live on the mountain will remain energetic. The pomegranate trees on the bank of the pond looked at the old house with a vast expanse of water. It was not very high, but a large cluster. The trunk in the middle was vigorous and vigorous. It seemed that it was also very old. It was not clear which generation of people planted it. No matter how many movements there were, the time of year and year always sank into the bottom quietly. The old house became more and more vicissitudes. The pomegranate on the pond Ridge was new branches and leaves every year, adding a lot of vitality. When the pomegranate blossoms, it not only attracts a lot of cunning eyes, but also the fire-like color suddenly shines in front of the old house. The vitality of the whole house seems to burst out at once, which is hidden in normal times, once shown, it will naturally be warm and cheerful. People living in the mountains always hide themselves in the deep shade of trees. No one cares about many dynamic scenes. The red splendor of pomegranate flower is totally different from that of peach blossom in March. Shyness and enchanting are the characteristics of peach blossom, and because of this, peach blossom is more delicate, and the red clouds full of trees are really beautiful, and there will always be less domineering. The red pomegranate flower is like a bundle of silk, big and big, full of tip branches, which makes you look more magnificent. A pomegranate flower after summer is the rising flame, which is the living red and naturally more imposing and penetrating. There is only this pomegranate tree in such a large village on the hillside, which is especially strange in children’s eyes. When flowering, there are flowers to see and flowers to fold. Naturally, it is very happy. If you can’t reach it, you will try your best to fold a few branches and go home to raise them in the bottle. It seems that with these flowers accompanying you, you will have a good dream. The idea of the children in mountain village is simple. As long as they are willing to do it, they will spend time with each other from time to time. It is really wonderful to think about it. It would be better if there were still a few pomegranate left in autumn. There are a lot of pomegranates every year, but boys and girls are too impatient to wait for autumn. When people don’t pay attention to them, they will get a few. There will be few left in autumn. There are so many children in a house, and adults are busy during the day. How can they manage it. It was said over and over again that a naughty child might not be taken seriously. He turned his back and could not hold back when he saw no one paying attention. To put it bluntly, the pomegranate on the pond Ridge is a kind of temptation. How can you manage your inner desire at a young age. People come and go on the pond Ridge. There are also spring, summer, autumn and winter. Pomegranate trees are always there, and pomegranate flowers are there every year. It seems to be an unchangeable landscape. In fact, how could there be no change? As a generation grows older, there will be a generation getting older. Even the green tiles and gray walls of the old house are particularly vicissitudes year by year. The pomegranate tree has been standing there since I could remember. Several washing stones stretching out to the water are its best companionship. For many years in summer, our children sat on the laundry stone and washed their feet casually, looking at the small pomegranate on the branches, wasting their mind. They counted the summer days like this, longing for the autumn wind to blow, but pomegranate one by one, I don’t grow up, and I look the same almost every day. I didn’t expect that one day, we destroyed this pomegranate tree together. Although it was to transform the pond at the gate of the old house better, no one thought that the pomegranate tree should be well placed. When the pomegranate tree was dug up and abandoned aside, did the old house feel the deep pain from its roots? After all, standing on the pond ridge like this, looking at the old house for so many years, when I remembered it, it should not be an ordinary friendship. Even though they have a lot of sorrows that are hard to express, it seems that no one cares about the people from the old house. The pomegranate trees on the bank of the pond withered in the sun like this. Finally, without exception, they turned into a wisp of smoke in the hearth and drifted over the old house. It is the season of red durians again. If the pomegranate trees on the pond Ridge are always there, it will certainly be red flowers, which is really beautiful. Changes in the world are destined to have some scenery, which can only be engraved in the heart, just like some people and some things. There is no unchangeable truth in this world.

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