A Sad Story A few days ago,I was wandering on the field .Then I saw a waxberry tree standing there.I was very happy. I stopped and looked at it for a while.It reminded me the memory of my childhood. My grandpa loved to tell us stories during meals since I was a kid.There is a story about waxberry tree. Once upon a time,there was a family lived in a villige.Cause the parents had passed away early,so there were only two people in this family—the elder brother and the younger sister.They cared for and leaned on each other.Later,the elder brother got married with a girl.Three of them lived together,the yonger sister and her sister-in-law were close.The younger sister was a beautiful deft girl who was good at embroidering flowers.She had embroidered all kinds of flowers in the world except waxberry flowers casuse she had never seen them in blossoming.She heard that waxberry flowers are blossoming late at night in winter.She made up her mind to take a look one night in winter.She climbed up a mountain and waited for the flowers blossoming.But she didn’t come back home again. The next day,when the elder brother’s wife found that the girl didn’t come back ,she climbed up the mountaint to look for her.But something unfortunate happened,she was eaten by a tiger.After dying ,her soul changed into a cuckoo which was still looking for the girl on the mountain years after years.Grandpa told me that was why cuckoo are always showing up in waxberry flowers blossoming season with the sound “cu-koo cu-koo(ps:this sounds like how we call the husband’s sister in Chinese-姑姑)” When I was a kid,everytime I heard this story I was imagining how beautiful the waxberry flowers must be!So beautiful that people lost life for them!So beautiful that they meanly only blossom late at night !So beautiful that they are so mysterious!Are there fairies dancing around when they are blossoming?And the cuckoo,which was the part I concerned most in this story.I was wondering would it find the girl?Would it finally stop searching one day?In my image,I supposed that cuckoo’s voice must sound sad. Funny,later when I grew up I found that waxberry flowers are not beautiful and they are not blossoming late at night in winter. I don’t know where my grandpa got this story from.He have told us a lot of stories.Some are sad,some are happy,Some are sad,some are happy,Some are sad,some are happy,some are scary.They were happy times in my childhood that I miss so much.