Chapter 18 sad garden

My friend moved all the way from Wanchai to Sheung Shui, originally to have a private garden. She said: "I have always dreamed of having a garden of my own. Come next year, the papaya tree I planted will have a harvest next summer." I don't know if the place two or three hundred feet in front of the house can be called a garden.In this city, it is not cheap to have a garden.The property price we pay, in a foreign country, is there more than a big garden? Now our gardens have become window sills.A window sill in an urban area is more expensive than a private garden in the suburbs, but you can only put potted plants on it.

Of course, I also want to have a garden. My aunt grows chili peppers and cabbage in her American garden. Every evening, she moves the easy chair to the garden to watch the red chili peppers grow. When the harvest comes, she picks the chili peppers for dinner. I like to plant lemon trees, a lemon tree in front of the door, like a happy yellow handkerchief. There was a friend who was insane after a broken relationship. One day, she was hiding at home and was about to commit suicide. Her mother picked a red rose in the back garden, took the rose, knocked on the door of her room, and gave the flower to her. , smiled and said to her:

"I water it every day." She suddenly felt that if she died, she would feel sorry for her mother. Take the rose, she will not die, it is the garden that saved her life. Such a garden, beautiful and sad, should find a night full of stars and sleep naked on the grass in the garden.