The weather is fine.

There is an almost transparent blue sky in April. I can't describe how beautiful the sky is. Only when you look up can you feel the shock. The sky is so clean, as clear and pure as a child's simple eyes. The sky is so ethereal, as far back as last life, the surrounding scenery and glitz can only be the background. Occasionally, it floats through the clouds like cotton candy, with different postures, which makes people daydream. When a ray of sunshine penetrated the clouds and shone in bundles, I suddenly liked the feeling of being cared for by the sun, like a big hug of happiness.

On Qingming Day, the weather was fine. I followed my mother to grandpa's house. I haven't been there for a long time, and all the scenery has changed dramatically. Beautiful villas have been built in dilapidated old houses, and clean asphalt roads have been paved on muddy paths. Vines have been built into a gazebo, except for the oleander I planted when I was a child, which is still so thin and short. I stood quietly in front of the oleander and watched calmly. "When we built the house last year, we originally said that we would cut it down and then make a swing here and a fish pond next to it, but your grandfather wouldn't let you live or die, saying that when you were young, you said that you wanted to watch this oleander grow up with you." My uncle touched my head and said with a smile, I quietly buried my head and felt the long-lost touch from my grandfather.

The bluebird of memory has crossed the desolation of time. I vaguely remember that when I was a child, I often took my good friends to laugh and play with the Bird's Nest in the old house. I can still remember the scenes of running and laughing together in the rain and getting wet and scolded at home, but I still can't stop being excited; Those scenes of skipping classes together, hiding in the mountains and listening to new songs in black boxes; Go to the alley to eat spicy food together; Let's hang a new year's wish card on this oleander ... too much happiness is pinned on this old house and this oleander. I remember everything, but the time is too thin, my fingers are too wide, and beauty slides too fast. I sat in a chair, full of good memories. Although the old houses in the past were very shabby, there were also many happy laughter. At that time, the sky was blue, the heart was small and the road was wide. Memory is different, because I know that memory is beautiful, and we can't go back after all. Now, the new house is clean and beautiful, even hundreds of times more than before, but I still think the old house is the most beautiful symbol.

Standing in the sun, watching the blue sky and white clouds, listening to the wind blowing through every roof, dancing in the air like an elf. Miss the old days, the unique scenery swaying in the wind. Looking at the more beautiful house and oleander than before, I smiled slightly. I don't know how to express how beautiful the blue sky, the house and my oleander are. I just smiled slightly. In this silence, the light of dusk came from the western sky and wrapped all the scenery standing in the sunset, which was beautiful and quiet.