Source: Bureau of Labor Statistics, Current Population Survey.
My Grandmother’s House My best childhood memories took place in my grandmother's house, which is in the countryside, remote in the mountains and a little away from the town, and this is one of the reasons why I didn't like living at my grandmother's house when I was a child, but now it seems that it is wonderful. In the foreground of the house with two stories, there is a big wide dam where food is basked, and the green and yellow in the dam is the hard harvest of grandparents. In front of the dam is a small orchard. Stepping into Grandma’s orchard is like stepping into an enchanted place, the orange trees and the sugarcane plantations grow widely, with a tiny tidy path leading to the field. Some chickens and ducks raised by grandparents walk, repose or forage in the shade of the trees, and they are sometimes put in the field in front of the door. Speaking of the fields, in front of the house are pieces of fields which stretch as far as the horizon, some of which belong to others. Standing on the second floor of the house in spring, people can be seen bending over to plant rice seedlings in the fields, and the mountains slope down to the fields. On the left side of the house is a north-south and sloping path leading to the town and my grandmother ’house, and walking dozens of meters up the path is my aunt’s home. Every time I pass by there, I will say hello to her. On the left of the house, that is, to the left of the path, there is a small bamboo forest, where my dog will be tied up to enjoy the cool summer. Although grandma's home is in the countryside, here I can sit in the dam with my grandparents when there is a power outage in summer, my head fills with the sweet fragrance of mixed summer flowers and the crisp chirp of the cicadas on the fruit trees, and the sunset and sky are splendid above me. Even though it is not as convenient as the city, I like its serenity and beauty and the precious memories there.
