Cheng Limin from China Memories of playing in his grandmother's village evoke a feeling of warmth and security. I liked to spend my summer vacations in my grandmother's village, which absolutely was a natural and peaceful place for my childhood. My grandmother's house was located at the entrance of the small village where there were several earth-built brown houses in order. A tiny step-made lane zigzagged up the hillside. Covered with plenty of long, slim bamboo trees, a small hill surrounded that house, hugging it with crooked arms, keeping us away from the heat. Before it, there was a round pond, like a mirror, the water of which was so clear that I could easily see its bottom. Whenever I wanted to swim, the pond always welcomed me and its crystal water licked my skin. I felt as if I entered another world. A little bit further, a dozen rice fields were scattered with a few streams around them, where I could catch fish with other village kids, singing, laughing, screaming, crying with them., All of us enjoyed our golden time. Sometimes, sitting on the back of a buffalo, I went up the hill to take a look at the beautiful view of landscape or watch sun-setting. On peaceful nights after dinner, I used to lean against my grandmother, listen to her stories, or count the number of stars in the quiet, dark sky. At that moment, while the cool breeze was touching my tired body, I was thinking of my parents, and then I fell asleep. I've never visited there again since my grandmother died in the 1970's, but I really love that pretty place with my whole heart.
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