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Feb 4, 2016 17:09
In order to attend my cousin's wedding, I went back to my hometown in the countryside. On the way, I saw a tall pomelo tree covered with many pomelos. Pomelos are pretty momery of my childhood. When we were about 12 years old, my cousins and I, each of us planted a pomelo tree by ourselves. From then on, we can eat pomelos every year. I remembered clearly that every year when pomelos were raped.My grandma would picked pomelos with her grandsons and granddaughters. Then we shared pomelos together. Those were such happy times, the pomelos smelled so good and tasted so delicious in my momery. But where had they gone now. The pomelo trees are still there, but my grandma had gone to heaven.
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