Avegetablegardenisthemostcommonsightforacountryfamily.ForaslongasIcanremember,myhometownhascultivatedanumberofvegetableplots,scatteredanddottedwithstars,butthemostaffectionateoneisthegardenattheedgeofthevillagepond.WhenIwasyoung,thevegetablegardenwasthehopeofourfamilyatthedinnertable.Inordertoplantagoodvegetablegardenbusinessstartuphongkong,myparentsdidnotknowhowmuchhardworkandsweattheyhaddone.Thegardenisachildhooddelight,leavingourbrother&39;sfootprintsinplay.Vegetablegardenisthecradleforustogrowup,wherewearelefttoworkhard.Thegardenwasrectangular,halfthesizeofanindoorbasketballcourt,andsurroundedbylowshrubs,therewasaringoffirtreesinthefence,leavingonlyanexitneartheroadside.Thevegetablefieldwasdividedintoseveralsections,onemonopoly,eachwithadifferentdivisionoflabor.Irememberthatafterthespringplanting,myparentscarefullyplantedtheseedsoflastyear&39;scarefullyplantedbeansaroundthegardenapartmentshk.Whenthebeansgrewup,thevinesneededtoclimbontheshelves.So,wefindfromhometothebranches,bamboo,etc.,andtheropearoundtheperimeterofthegardenplanted,thentietherope,wovenintoanet,hangbeanscanecarefullyontherope.Headofthehotsun,thesunsweated,donotcare,afraidtodelaytheharvestofbeansontherack.Soon,thebeansbecamemoreandmoreabundant.Flowers,fruit,hangingoutalotofbeans.Thebeanhornthateatnotovercangiveaneighbortoeat,stillhavebaskindry,collectrise,waituntilgreenandyellowdonotconnectwhensoakingedibleagain.Inthegarden,oftenCongCongLongLong,breathtaking.Springhasspinach,lettuce,leek,summerhascucumber,eggplant,beanhorn,autumnhaspepper,pumpkin,winterhasturnips,cabbage.Throughouttheyear,thegardenisanattractiveemerald,likeaemerald,setinthefields.Itbecameacommonplaceforustotakeawalkafterdinner.Throughouttheyear,thegardenisalwaysfullofvitality,givingpeoplegreenhopeandvitality.Inmyparents&39;eyes,thegardenisalsohumanized,soaslongaswegivemorecare,wewillgetmorereturn.InbusysummerWSETawards,therearefewidlepeopleinthecountryside.Thefieldisbusyharvestingrice,thegroundisbusyplantingrapesesame.Despiteallthehardworkinthefields,myparentsdidn&39;tforgettowalkaroundthegardenandhavealook.Sometimesthewastefromtheskinofthefruit,chickendungandotherwasteinthehouseisdumpedintothegardensoilasfertilizer.Wealsohelppullouttheweeds,hoetheground,catchinsectsandapplyfertilizer.Whenwecameback,wepickedsomegreenvegetables,somebeansandsoon,andthelunchwasreadytogo.Thedeliciousfreshvegetablesarenolessdeliciousthanthedishesintherestaurant.Therearealwayssomesweetpotatoesinthegarden.InJulyandAugust,sweetpotatostemleafhasgrownverylush,likeBostonivycoveredwithgardeninthecorner,thewindblowing,sweetpotatoleavesswaying,overflowthegreencorrugated,justlikesingingsongsofjoy.Whenweherdcows,wealwaysthinkaboutthegardenwiththesweetpotatoes.Throwthecowsaside,runtothegarden,throwawaythesoilwithyourhands,andpullthevineshardtorevealthebigsweetpotatoes.Thenwefoundsomedrystrawandwoodandbuiltasimple"stove"outofbricks.Wesetafireandputthepotatoesinit.Wispsofcookingsmokeswirledupanddiffusedintheopenmountainsandfields,shininginthedistancewiththecloudsinthesky,forminganatural"courtyarddinnermap".AlsotoMarsburntout,wecannotconsiderMarsburningburns,hastenedtopickoutthebakedpotatosticks,onlypotatoblackabove,butsendsouttheinvitingaroma,cornersofthemouthhavelongflowsaliva.Wegentlypeelofftheskin,whileeatingsweetanddeliciousbakedsweetpotatoes,enjoyingtheworlddelicious,whilebathinginthewarmsunshine.Thatidyllic,idylliclifeisnotforgotten.Ioftenthinkaboutthebakedsweetpotatoesinthegarden.Despitemywork,thegardeninmyhometownisstillafeelingofattachment.Leisure,strollinthegarden,youcanpullweeds,orloosesoilorfertilizer,orwater,orcatchcatchinsects,andadmiretheviewappreciation,relaxedandcomfortabletime,unconsciouslyfromhandpointedto,inadvertentlyfallingfromthefeet.Here,youcancompletelyforgetthehustleandbustleofthecity,forgetthefatigueofwork,forgetthetroublesoflife,forgetthetemptationoffameandfortune.Inaflash,suddenlyfeeloneselfharvestedfulloffulfillment.Occasionallypickahandfulofvegetables,pulloutafewturnipstogohome,thefoodisfilledwithfragrance,apurehappinesssoquietlyleapintotheheart.Inthematerialisticage,thegardeninmyhometowngavemyfamilygreathappinessandcomfort.Weworkhard,workhardandsweathardinthefaceofthewindandrain.Ourgardenisfullofexpectationsandrichdishes.Inmyheart,thegardenwillalwaysbethehometownthatIdeeplymiss.
