I used to quietly hide my family and wave my hand

Ancient South Town, this is a beautiful town.
    I grew up in this town, although I can not say that the changes in the town to accompany the entire process, but also to catch up with its tail.
My home is a full of antique yard.
Into the door, looking away, is a towering tree, very compelling.
I do not know what the tree is, but what is certain is that it is bigger than the age of my family.
The tree will open countless white flowers every midsummer. This flower is not only beautiful and fragrant.
Every time this time, there will always be a sparse hair with a walk, walked trembling old dog along the flowers, go to the tree, lying down lying five or six hours.
I do not know where it came from, but the family never drove it away.
    Very strange to it.
I used to quietly hide my family and wave my hand, but to my surprise I did not seem to see it.
So I boldly told my grandmother my own discovery.
Grandmother touched my head kindly, said: "Little Bin children, you can never bully it."
I nodded, to be honest, I do not know why, saw this old dog's touch, the heart can not help but feel sad.
Grandmother paused, looked up at the tree under the old dog, as if sigh what, a long while before opening statement.
This dog is an idiot, a dog raised by the original owner of this yard.
At that time, I was young and my family just came to town ...
The owner of the yard is an old man whose children are both doing business outside and visiting him occasionally to visit him once in a while.
Dasha is an old man raised to big, very loyal to the elderly.
His children do not like Dasha very much, always talking about the ears of the elderly, nothing more than stupid dirty, stupid, have no use at home, to persuade the elderly to give it away. blog here | Extra resources | his response | click here for info | click here now | top article | you could check here | read the full info here | Our site