Top 12 Most Captivating Descriptions of Pumpkin Vine (Grade 5)

“From the time people know the countryside at noon

Missing the tiny pumpkin vine yet to return

The golden flowers at that noon still flutter with powder

Fragrant till this noon the country pumpkin”.

(“Country Noon” - Sao Mai)

Pumpkin vines have long been immortalized in poetry, an unforgettable image of everyone's childhood. For me, the pumpkin vine behind the house is an unforgettable part.

Lying behind the house, the pumpkin vine is erected right next to the family's fish pond. Sturdy wooden poles and bamboo sticks carefully chosen by my father were erected into a very long and wide frame. Just the other day my father erected it, there were only empty brown-edged squares, and the pumpkin plants were just small green vines clinging to the base of the pole. Then those small vines grew into large ropes as big as a straw, a chopstick, gradually getting taller and clinging tightly to the bamboo sticks above. In no time, the empty frame was filled with crowded leaves. The whole garden was adorned, refreshed by the very distinctive green color of the pumpkin leaves.

The pumpkin leaves are as big as small potato leaves. The leaves are uncomfortable because of the fuzz inside. The leaf veins are clearly visible, printed deeply on the leaf stalks. Between the green of the leaves is the bright yellow color of the pumpkin flowers. The big, five-petal flowers are bright and proud, looking up to the sky. They are enjoying their beautiful and precious moment. But some flowers quickly turn into fruits. The initial pumpkins are small, hanging loosely on the pumpkin vine. Then they grow bigger, wearing light green jackets with longitudinal stripes from top to bottom. There are pumpkins as big as human fists, 40-50 cm long, getting fatter as they go down. When the wind blows, the pumpkins sway like mischievous children playing adventurous games.

Amidst the hot summer afternoons, a pumpkin vine with its cool green color in the garden makes the atmosphere more comfortable and relaxing. Especially, it is associated with my childhood. Those were the days when I was with my father making the frame, watching my father tie each bamboo stick together. Those were the times when we would invite each other to stay up late, lying under the pumpkin vine, looking up to admire the sunbeams filtering through the rare cracks shining down on the ground. The pumpkin leaves or flowers were also used as playthings for children. Fresh and delicious pumpkin soup was truly delicious. Pumpkin soup, fragrant and nutritious, soothes people in the hot summer.

The pumpkin vine, the pumpkins have accompanied the days of my childhood. In the future, no matter how many beautiful and luxurious fruits there are, I still love this simple fruit.

Near the well, my dad planted two pumpkin vines. They've climbed the trellis and are now blooming, bearing fruit.

Dad tilled the soil into a basin and then planted pumpkin seeds. The seeds sprouted small leaves, then grew rapidly. At first, the stems were as thin as my little finger, then they gradually grew thicker. The pumpkin vines are as thick as my thumb, clinging tightly to the wooden frame, crawling up the trellis. The stems grow taller, but thinner, yet cling firmly to the trellis. Both the vines and leaves are covered in fine hairs. Where the pumpkin vines reach, the leaves spread. The pumpkin leaves are broad, with five lobes clustered at the leaf base. Near the base, the leaves are as big as an adult's hand, while higher up, they become smaller.

The vine tips are slender but tightly wrap around the trellis, supporting five to seven large pumpkins. The pumpkin flowers are golden yellow, with five rounded petals swirling around the flower center, resembling a painting. The pumpkin seeds sown in the soil take about a month to climb the trellis and bloom. The pumpkin flowers are as yellow as daisies. They emit a fragrant scent, inviting bees and butterflies. Bees act as pollinators, fertilizing the tiny pumpkin fruits, which are the size of a finger. The pumpkins grow rapidly, slender like my wrist, ranging from thirty to fifty centimeters in length. The pumpkin skin is slightly tough, but the flesh is soft and juicy. When the pumpkin flowers dry up, they cling to the pumpkin's tip.

The pumpkin my dad planted is a fragrant variety, so both its flowers and fruits have a sweet scent. Chopped into small pieces and stir-fried, the pumpkin exudes a fragrant aroma that permeates the house. The scent of pumpkin is like the fragrance of rice, sweet and intoxicating, making me crave a bowl of hot rice with stir-fried pumpkin, preferably with some green onions or dried fish for extra flavor.

The pumpkin trellis, adorned with golden flowers against a backdrop of green leaves, with pumpkins dangling on the trellis providing shade to the well, is a delightful sight. When my dad sowed the seeds, he just wanted enough pumpkins for us to eat, but now it's more convenient, so he says he'll plant another vine for bottle gourds, so the pumpkins will have companions. Alternating between pumpkins and bottle gourds enhances our family's meals, making everyone very happy.

My dad just sowed bottle gourd seeds. The whole family is eagerly awaiting the vines to climb the trellis, so the pumpkins will have companions. I love admiring the pumpkin trellis adorned with flowers and bearing fruit. The pumpkin trellis adds a fresh and prosperous charm to our beloved home.

My mother's hands not only nurture my two older siblings, raising them to maturity, but those skilled hands also sow, nurture, and care for countless plants. In our garden, there are many plants such as lemon trees, apple trees, coriander, and water spinach, all sown, fertilized, and watered by my mother. And especially in that garden, there is another pumpkin trellis - a pumpkin trellis that adds color to our family garden.

In every rural area, it seems that every household plants a pumpkin trellis right in their garden. Pumpkins, unlike lemon trees or apple trees and some other plants, require only care to grow. Like other vine plants, they need a trellis for support or to climb around a sturdy tree because they belong to the soft-stem family. To plant pumpkins, seeds are needed, and from those seeds, pumpkins will gradually grow. The larger they grow, the more firmly the pumpkin vines cling to the trellis and spread out across the two-meter-wide trellis.

The pumpkin vine tips are very delicate, yet they can support several large pumpkins. The pumpkin leaves are dark green, flat, with five lobes clustered at the base, with many veins, and especially they look very much like maple leaves. Standing out among the green leaves are the golden pumpkin flowers with five petals. The pumpkin trellis looks like a girl wearing a green dress with yellow patterns, looking charming indeed. Those golden pumpkin flowers have attracted so many bees, butterflies, drawn by their beauty emanating from the mild fragrance spreading throughout the space. As for the pumpkin, when it is still small, it is green, only about the size of two adult fingers, but as it grows, it will be as big as an adult's wrist, the older it gets, the bigger it becomes. When ripe, the pumpkin is still green, and then when mature, it wears a brown coat. The pumpkin skin is somewhat hard, but the flesh inside is extremely soft. Ripe pumpkins are often used to make soup. Having pumpkin soup in the summer is even more wonderful!

The image of the pumpkin trellis and my mother's skilled hands, painstakingly cared for, will always be an image that never fades in my mind. That pumpkin reminds me of the delicious soup my mother cooks, of a childhood filled with memories in the family garden.

Our house has a spacious garden. In our garden, we grow many different types of plants, from fruit trees to vegetables, but my favorite is my mother's green pumpkin trellis in the corner of the garden. That pumpkin trellis has been a part of our family for a long time.

I remember when we first started planting pumpkins, I was very young. Back then, watching my mother build the pumpkin trellis, I felt very strange because until then I had only seen plants grow directly in the ground and gradually rise up. After my mother explained, the naive child somewhat understood and was filled with curiosity about that pumpkin trellis. The pumpkin trellis frame is not too large, about one and a half meters long. After the seeds are sown into the ground, after a few days, the pumpkin plants will begin to sprout, grow taller, grow out tendrils around the bamboo poles beside them, and gradually grow larger, covering the entire trellis.

The deep green color of the pumpkin trellis leaves, the large, thin, soft pumpkin leaves, the edges of the leaves are recessed, protruding out to form large sawtooth shapes. Because pumpkins belong to the vine family, their branches are the thin, delicate tendrils that wrap around the bamboo poles of the trellis.

Pumpkins are easy to grow and adapt to various weather conditions, so the pumpkin season is usually year-round. The pumpkin flowers are large, bright yellow, the five-petaled yellow flowers bloom abundantly, like adding decoration to the green color of the leaves. The fragrance of the flowers is sweet, attracting bees and butterflies every day to collect nectar. When they bear fruit, the pumpkins sprout, starting small and then growing larger. The pumpkins have a light green, rough, soft, spongy skin. Each pumpkin is long, swaying like playing with the wind. Some are straight, some are curved like a crescent moon, the pumpkins swaying on the trellis as if inviting people to come and pick them.

Until now, our pumpkin trellis has been lush with dark green leaves, looking no different from a small, romantic awning, beautiful, providing shade and shelter in the garden corner. Every day, birds perch on the pumpkin trellis, singing loudly. The pumpkin trellis not only provides fruit but also creates a peaceful, beautiful space, an ideal resting place on hot summer days, or cool autumn evenings with the pumpkin trellis providing shelter to seek peace. Every day, I diligently water and care for the plants so that the pumpkin trellis remains fresh and healthy, providing food for my family, creating a shady spot in the garden. Our pumpkin trellis has existed for quite a long time, so it is very dear and attached to us.

Perhaps in the future, no matter how far I go, the pumpkin trellis in the garden corner will still exist in my mind. I really love that pumpkin trellis; it's like a part of my family.

My hometown lies in a rural area, quite far from the bustling urban centers. Although it's economically modest, life here is incredibly peaceful and harmonious. The people are friendly and welcoming. Despite the absence of luxurious goods and fancy foods, our local cuisine competes well with any specialty dishes. One of the hallmarks of my hometown is the abundance of clean, fresh, and delicious fruits and vegetables. When it comes to fruits for human consumption, we cannot overlook the winter melon.

The winter melon is a type of climbing plant, easy to grow, and yields plenty of fruit. In my hometown, both my parents and our neighbors grow one or two winter melon trellises in their gardens. To ensure the vigorous growth and fragrant fruit production of these plants, everyone prepares trellises made of bamboo or wood for the winter melon vines to climb and develop. Because winter melon stems are soft and not as sturdy as mango or orange trees, without proper support, the vines cannot grow and produce the delicious winter melons. Besides growing winter melons on trellises, people in my hometown also plant them near tall trees like longan or jackfruit trees, or near fences and walls. In these locations, winter melon vines can still climb and thrive without the need for elaborate trellises. However, harvesting winter melons in such locations is more challenging compared to trellised ones.

Winter melon stems are small and very soft, about the size of a chopstick, yet they have the potential to grow very long and cling to the trellis. The leaves of the winter melon plant are heart-shaped, with prominent veins. These leaves grow all over the stem of the winter melon plant and are also used by locals to wipe off jackfruit sap, as winter melon leaves have the ability to remove sticky jackfruit sap, making the jackfruit pulp more fragrant, delicious, and cleaner. Another indispensable part of the winter melon plant is its flowers. Winter melon flowers are very fragrant, especially those of the aromatic variety. Apart from the fruit, winter melon flowers are also harvested by many people to cook soup. And the most important, most valuable part of the winter melon plant is the fruit itself. Winter melon fruits grow from the flowers. When mature, they can be as big as an adult's wrist.

These winter melons are used to cook delicious soups, especially crab soups. This dish is loved by me and everyone in my family, especially in the summer, when it becomes even more delicious. Although winter melons are a humble fruit, they can be processed into extremely delicious dishes. The winter melon is a widely cultivated plant in all rural areas across Vietnam. Although it may not have high economic value, it is highly valued in daily life and in the daily meals of the people.

In our backyard, there are many climbing plants such as bottle gourd, calabash, pumpkin, and morning glory, but my favorite is the aromatic pumpkin trellis that my grandmother grows at the back of the garden.

The pumpkin trellis frame is made of five-meter-long bamboo poles, two meters wide. Just the other day, the pumpkin vines were still tiny. Only a few days later, the tendrils spread all over the trellis. The pumpkin tendrils were only as small as toothpicks; just yesterday afternoon they were about five inches long, but by tomorrow morning, they'll be ten inches long, tightly wrapped around the trellis. It's really strange, isn't it, folks!

In no time, a vibrant green color has covered the entire trellis. When it has climbed all over the trellis, the pumpkin starts to bloom. The bright yellow pumpkin flowers seem to invite bees and butterflies to come and collect nectar. Then the tiny pumpkins start popping out one by one, as if eager to greet the new day. Some are as big as a finger, some as big as a mouse, some as big as a banana. Some are straight, some are curved like the crescent moon in the middle of the month. These pumpkins jostle each other all over the trellis. Every morning, I go to the garden to pick pumpkins for breakfast. With so many pumpkins, my mother asks me to cut some to give to relatives and neighbors, each person getting a few. Everyone praises our homegrown pumpkins as delicious and fragrant.

The pumpkin plant in our house has many uses. In the summer, having a bowl of pumpkin flower crab soup is just wonderful! The fresh pumpkin leaves are used to wipe off jackfruit sap. If anyone has athlete's foot, drying pumpkin leaves will cure it. I will take good care of the pumpkin plant to ensure it bears many fruits.

In our small backyard garden, there are various types of plants and flowers, but my favorite is the pumpkin trellis near the well at the end of the garden.

The frame of the pumpkin trellis is about four meters long and one and a half to two meters wide. Just the other day, the pumpkin plant was still tiny, but now it has spread all over the trellis. A fresh green color covers the entire trellis, looking really pleasing to the eye. Amidst the green, some small yellow pumpkin flowers appear. The pumpkin flowers bloom in spring, while the pumpkins mature in summer. Additionally, pumpkins are a popular vine plant in rural areas because they are easy to grow and bear plenty of fruits.

The pumpkins are cylindrical, straight, or slightly curved, about the size of a baby's fist. Young pumpkins have a light green color with long dark veins. The outer skin of the pumpkin can be jade green, yellow, or deep brown when ripe. Pumpkins have soft and small stems, only as thick as a chopstick, but they can climb well and grow very long. The pumpkin leaves somewhat resemble Japanese maple leaves, with distinct veins. The tiny and cute yellow pumpkin flowers often resemble gourd or bottle gourd flowers, making it sometimes difficult to distinguish them.

During the hot summer, having a bowl of pumpkin soup with crab meat is delicious and refreshing. Moreover, pumpkin leaves can be used to wipe off jackfruit sap because they have the ability to remove the sticky resin, making the jackfruit smell better and cleaner. Furthermore, the pumpkin trellis attracts many bees and butterflies to come and enjoy the nectar, creating a beautiful scene like a painting.

I love the pumpkin trellis. I will help my dad take care of it and protect it from pests so that the pumpkin trellis can produce more flowers and fruits quickly.

In our small vegetable garden, despite its modest size, all the plants coexist harmoniously under the nurturing hands of my mother. And there, at the end of the garden, my mother dedicates a space for cultivating a pumpkin trellis.

As you enter through the gate, on the left side lies our garden. The pumpkin trellis appears like a canopy sheltering from the sun and rain. Beneath the pumpkin vines, it remains a haven for the wandering hens to peck around and rest. Pumpkins are vine-like, playful entities that refuse to stay put. Hence, my father constructed a sturdy trellis made of square timber for them. The vines grow rapidly. Initially, their stems are no thicker than an adult's finger, spreading out gradually to become thinner. Yet, oddly enough, they coil tightly around the wooden supports. Without the foliage, the pumpkin vines resemble wriggling snakes.

The pumpkin leaves are quite large, deep green in color, serrated, with prominent veins. They bear a resemblance to Japanese maple leaves often seen in books and newspapers, albeit much softer and thinner. Upon close inspection, one would notice a thin layer of fine white hairs on the leaf surface, giving a rough texture when touched. The leaves stretch upwards like waving hands greeting every passing breeze. The pumpkins also produce slender, curly tendrils akin to instant noodles. When playing house, I often use them as pretend jewelry. The most vibrant moment for the pumpkin trellis is when it adorns itself with the golden attire of its blossoms.

The golden pumpkin flowers, radiant against the sunlight, shine even brighter. A wildflower yet elegant and captivating like a princess. The pumpkin flowers have five spread-out petals, revealing their pistils prominently, attracting numerous bees and butterflies. From these flowers, the pumpkin vines yield elongated fruits, about half the length of my forearm, dangling gracefully in the air. The pumpkin fruits also boast a pale green, slender, and firm skin. They sway and play like mischievous children hanging from the vine, dancing along with the wind. In our family, pumpkins are commonly used to cook soup with morning glory or stir-fried, both delicious and nutritious. Even the dried pumpkin vines, reduced to mere fibers, serve as a dishwashing scrub.

The image of the pumpkin trellis is an indispensable memory of childhood, a beauty unique to the Vietnamese countryside.

Once, during a visit to my grandparents' house, I suddenly heard a song echoing, perhaps from a neighboring home:

In the evening, peeling pumpkins to make soup,

Seeing you pass by, abandoning the onion for the pot.

I looked around in bewilderment, wondering if someone was teasing me, or perhaps a young mother was singing a lullaby to her child? In front of the house where the song emanated, there stood a vibrant pumpkin trellis adorned with golden flowers, while black and brown bees hovered around seeking nectar, and tiny butterflies, as golden as the flowers, fluttered about. Some green pumpkins hung loosely, swaying gently. It was a tranquil and serene scene, something one could hardly find in my urban neighborhood. In front of my house, there was no pumpkin trellis, only an expensive imported orchid trellis. The orchids were beautiful and resilient, but strangely devoid of any bees or butterflies. Can anyone explain this to me? Perhaps the bees and butterflies from the countryside have grown accustomed to the scent of the rural environment.

The afternoon sunbeams filtered through the gaps between the leaves, casting an unexpectedly majestic glow on the golden pumpkin blossoms. A gentle breeze occasionally brushed against the green pumpkins, sending refreshing shivers down their spines. Oh, how adorable the green pumpkins were! Peeled and cooked with shrimp, pumpkin soup is the staple dish in every rural household. The taste of pumpkin soup is truly marvelous, simultaneously hearty, tender, thick, and with enough broth to savor. A bowl of pumpkin soup, a plate of braised fish, a bowl of chili fish sauce, and a pot of freshly steamed rice—all are enough to evoke memories of warmth, to guide one through life with countless reminiscences, and to imprint the essence of the homeland deeply within.

Since leaving my rural hometown, the memories of childhood pumpkin trellises have remained vivid within me, filled with an unnamed longing. The yellow hue of the urban landscape cannot compare to the golden hue of pumpkin flowers. Is there any urban afternoon as cool as a rural one, or any urban noon as verdant as a rural one?

I still remember, next to the pumpkin trellis was the ancient stone well with a bamboo dipper dangling precariously. Across from my grandmother's garden was Aunt Sau's garden. Aunt Sau's garden also had a pumpkin trellis, where bees and butterflies roamed freely, and the green pumpkin vines stretched across the fence into my family's yard.

Green pumpkin vines clambering the fence,

We meet anew, do you know me?

The lullaby echoed once again from the neighboring house, the soothing voice sounding familiar. Aunt Sau had a daughter around my age, as gentle as a pumpkin. We had strolled beneath the pumpkin flowers, lost in conversation, on several occasions. Was she singing a lullaby? If so, how nostalgic it is to reminisce about those years gone by... Fondly recalling the simple and genuine friendship between a country lad and a village lass. Nowadays, the youth are adept at sweet talk, at shyness, at walking side by side beneath a pumpkin trellis, at feeling embarrassed, at waiting and longing. The lullaby led me to the doorstep of someone's home. The lullaby was clear:

Pumpkin vine crosses the fence,

Bees and butterflies surround, when will they meet you?

Farewell, lullaby, farewell, pumpkin trellis of my childhood home. Perhaps tonight, the pumpkins will sleep soundly, intoxicated by the sweet lullaby of the homeland, to welcome the new rays of sunshine tomorrow...

'Pumpkin vines, bitter melon, chili and eggplant,

Winter melon and cowpeas, all grown at home.'

My dad often goes to the garden to admire the rows of vegetables, his heart filled with pride, humming folk songs. He always says that among all the plants he grows, he loves the pumpkin the most.

Perhaps he loves the pumpkin because it has so many interesting traits. It doesn't grow into sturdy trees like grapefruits, nor does it form straight rows like bitter melons. To grow pumpkins, you need to start by building a trellis. Planting pumpkin seeds close to a trellis post, and diligently caring for them daily, soon the pumpkins will sprout and grow rapidly. The pumpkin vines are only as thick as a thumb, not standing tall in the sky but curling around the post like a snake. The pumpkins thrive, spreading across the trellis so that what was once a bare structure is now covered in lush greenery.

The pumpkin vines are small, wherever they climb, leaves sprout in their wake. The leaves are large, thin, green, with a layer of fuzz covering them. The pumpkin leaves are divided into five lobes, resembling the hand of a character in a picture book. Against the green backdrop of the branches and leaves are the bright yellow five-petal pumpkin flowers, their delicate petals swaying in the breeze. Occasionally, a few butterflies flutter around, adding to the charm of the pumpkin trellis, their fragrance subtle yet pervasive in the air.

Just two months later, the pumpkins bear fruit. The pumpkins elongate rapidly, in a short time reaching the size of a child's wrist, dangling precariously from the trellis. At the slightest breeze, the pumpkins sway as if about to fall. The skin of the fruit is not too tough, while the inside is soft and juicy. Cut into pieces to cook with bitter melon, it's incredibly delicious and refreshing in the summer. Although pumpkins don't provide much shade, the pumpkin trellis, with its intertwined branches and leaves, forms a cool square canopy, perfect for family meals on hot summer afternoons. Pumpkins become the most beloved dish, and the pumpkin trellis is where my siblings and I play shuttlecock, hopscotch, and other games...

Pumpkins are easy to grow and care for, so in rural areas, every household has a trellis. Pumpkins are like simple, rustic friends, woven into every meal and daily life in rural families. I love our family's pumpkin trellis very much.

In our house, there's a small, lovely garden where we grow fresh vegetables and various fruit trees. Every time I achieve high results, my dad rewards me with seeds of a plant I like to grow in the garden. At the corner of the garden is a lush green trellis, which was my reward for my efforts when I won Second Prize in the school writing competition last year. That's also the plant I love the most.

Over the past year, it has climbed up the garden wall rapidly, the leaves lush, vibrant, and fresh, exuding vitality. The slender vine had to cling to the wall, to neighboring branches, its glossy green leaves full of life. Nestled among those verdant leaves are plump, juicy melons. Every day, I follow my grandma to the garden to water the plants, pick off pests, ensuring the plants grow healthy, producing even more delicious fruits.

Surely, everyone has enjoyed a dish of field crab soup, forgetting the taste of those sweet, tender pieces of melon, containing the natural flavors of the homeland and of love. From a distance, the plant looks like a gentle maiden leaning against the corner, hands clasped around the neighboring tree branches, gazing at the sky with myriad thoughts, and feelings.

I deeply cherish the melon trellis, it's like a close friend to my family, adding beauty and vitality to our small garden. I'll take good care of the plant to ensure it remains healthy and vibrant over time.

Every summer break, my parents send me back to visit my grandparents. Life in the countryside, though still difficult, is peaceful and serene. The food in the countryside, while not luxurious, always entices me, with ripe fruits and fresh, clean vegetables. Among them, my favorite is the melon trellis my grandmother grows in the front yard.

From carefully selected seeds with shiny, firm shells from the previous season, my grandmother sows them into the soft, fertile soil. She often says that good seeds make healthy, fast-growing plants. True to her words, about a week later, the tender green shoots emerge from the ground to welcome the sunlight. My grandfather stakes long bamboo poles and constructs a trellis overhead to prepare for their growth. The trellis consists of four bamboo columns at the corners, with bamboo slats carefully arranged on top, forming sturdy little squares, bound together with small steel wires.

In no time, the melon vines have climbed up to the trellis. From here, a fast-paced and exciting race ensues, as the small shoots extend in all directions on the prepared trellis. The melon vines and leaves cover everything, creating a lush green canopy. The large leaves, as big as my hand and deep green, shade the scorching summer sun, casting cool shadows over our backyard. The delicate tendrils, like small fingers, cling to the trellis slats.

Look! Against the lush green backdrop, tiny melon blossoms have appeared and bloomed into five bright yellow petals. The scent of the blossoms attracts diligent bees, buzzing here to collect nectar and pollinate the flowers. As the blossoms turn into small melons, they are green and as long as my finger. Gradually, as they grow larger, they become darker green, some as big as my fist. As I approach, a faint, delightful fragrance emanates from the melons, delighting me. The melons come in various shapes, some straight like a rod, while others curve like the crescent moon.

The melon trellis acts as a dreamy awning, providing shade for our backyard. When the melons are harvested, my grandmother carefully cuts each one with a knife. Melon soup cooked with field crab and morning glory exudes a fragrant aroma, always enticing me at every simple meal in my homeland. Every time I return to the city, my grandmother cuts some melons for me to take along, a boundless expression of love from my grandparents.

Under the lush, fruitful melon trellis, I often sit with my grandparents to enjoy simple yet warm meals, listening to my grandmother's tales of old fairy tales. This place has stored many beautiful memories of my childhood. Another summer is approaching, and I will strive to study hard, return to the countryside with my grandparents, and sow the green seeds on the homeland soil.