As long as I can remember, I have lived in this quiet village with my grandma Huang Taozi. Every spring, the peach tree in the yard blooms like brocade, scorching like smoke and clouds.
Yellow Taozi is gentle and loving. She often sits under the peach blossom tree, telling me those ancient and charming stories along with the falling pink petals. Her voice was soft and soothing, as if coming from the depths of distant time. I always listen with rapt attention, my eyes shining with curiosity and distress. Those stories are like the stars in the quiet night, gently lighting up my heart and accompanying me through countless happy or sad times.
Time flies by, and I grow up under the care of my grandma, but my grandma is getting older and older under the erosion of time. I study hard just to create a better life for my grandma. Unexpectedly, a sudden change put me in deep trouble. At the critical moment, grandma used her incomparable strength and endless wisdom to hold up a warm sky for me. In that beautiful scenery of peach blossoms, the love between my grandma and I is eternal and dazzling.
Intent: The eternity and warmth of family affection: By depicting the story of growing up with grandma in a rosy environment, it shows the depth and persistence of family affection. No matter how time changes, family affection remains the same.