Huang Chunming : (born February 13, 1935) is an important contemporary Literary Writer in Taiwan.
All kinds of vegetables and fruits in the past four seasons, as well as fish, shrimp and shellfish from seafood, when they appear in the wet market, people know the current season and month. For example, when people see the abundance of pineapples and longans, they all know that it is the July Ghost Festival of the lunar calendar. At the table in Pudu in July, in addition to the three animals, there are also cakes and flowers and green fruits; among them, there must be pineapples (Wonlai) and longan, and there are many of them, because the pineapples and longans in the offerings are the cheapest. In the proverb of Southern Fujian, there is such a sentence: "Wanglai longan, row a table top." "Stacking pineapples and longan on the table must be a good brother in July, and it is impossible to buy a lot of fruit on the table."
Our memories are placed on many people, things, and things, and each person places memories of people, things, and things differently. I personally have two deep memories of Longan.
When he was seven years old, he accompanied his grandfather to his friend's house, and when they met, they warmly forgot about the child. When I said I was bored and was clamoring to go home, the uncle, who apologized, said, "Ah, I forgot!" I'll take you to the backyard, where the longan is full of life. He asked me if I would climb a tree, and Grandpa said, "This child is like a monkey, he often climbs up and down like a circus in the big banyan tree in front of the Emperor's Temple." "They left me in the tree and went into the house again for tea and chatting. I saw the tired longan on the tree, and I was so happy that as soon as I got on the tree, I immediately picked a handful of longan to eat. Of course, this handful can be picked again after eating.
Their old friends talked and talked until almost the same time, Grandpa and Grandpa, they came to the backyard to take me home, and they came to the backyard to take me home. They were surprised to see me crying with the trunk of the dragon's eye, and they asked me, "Why are you crying?" I looked at the longan tree, which was still strong and tired, and cried, "There are so many dragon's eyes, I can't finish eating..."
My words not only made the two old men laugh and tilt their waists. Later, when I grew up, I thought of never forgetting to laugh at me again.
There is also a memory of the Dragon's Eye.
It was my fourth grade, and there was a substitute female teacher who asked us to draw, "My Mother." When every classmate buried her head in painting their mother, I was still stunned that I was there. The teacher asked me why I hadn't painted yet, and I whispered, "My mother is dead." The teacher suddenly became polite, and she asked me sympathetically, "When did your mother die?" "All I know is when I was in the first grade, I don't know what day it was.
I whispered more, "I forgot, I don't know." "Don't know?" She asked me quietly and eagerly. I was really stunned. The teacher asked me again, but I still couldn't answer. She was anxious: "What? I don't know which day my mother died, you are already in the fourth grade! The attention of the students was attracted by the teacher's words. The teacher saw that my classmates were all watching us and told me to stand up. She said loudly: "Dear students, Huang ×× said that I don't know what day my mother died!" "Many students didn't know whether to please the teacher or how, and they actually laughed." Have such a child? I don't know which day my mother will die! Do you know your birthday? "I don't think I can be silent anymore," I knew. The teacher hung his throat in a very strange voice and said, "Hey—there are such students?" I don't know which day my mother died, only her birthday! "The classmates laughed even harder, and I was ashamed to death. I guess I really shouldn't, I think I made a big mistake, how big, I don't know. Embarrassed, I rushed out the answer. I said, "Teacher, I see. ”
"What day?"
"The day there was a lot of longan."
The teacher exclaimed, "What longan is a lot that day?" ”
The laughter of the students almost knocked the roof of the classroom off.
In that class, the teacher let me stand there all the time and ignored me. I remembered the day my mother died, and it was a picturesque picture, like a movie, repeated in my mind.
On the day my mother died, there were many people in the house, and I rarely saw them, they were said to be our relatives. Grandma was busy inside and out. When it was too late at noon, my brother and I told Grandma that we were hungry because we hadn't eaten yet. Grandma scolded me sternly, "You're blind, your mother is dying, and you're hungry!" "Of course, our children don't know that our mother is dying and can't make her hungry, but seeing that Grandma is so angry, we have to stop crying hunger." My brother and I each took an empty can and prepared to go outside to pick up the dragon's eye core to play with. Outside, we were sprinkled with a thick disinfectant potion by the health unit and surrounded by a grass rope because my mother was infected with cholera. We pulled the straw rope and went out. We picked up passers-by along the road and ate the dragon's eye core that spit out of the ground, and picked it up under the banyan tree of the Emperor's Temple. There was a group of elderly people chatting around, some of them eating longan, and my brother and I huddled together to wait for the people who ate longan to spit out the dragon's eye core. After a while, Grandpa hurried over. The old people here all know Grandpa gong and know that his daughter-in-law is critically ill, and someone asked him: "Yuncheng, how is your daughter-in-law now?" Instead of answering his old friend's question directly, he only said to our two children, "Your mother is dying, what are you doing here?" "After saying that, I pulled my brother and left." I followed behind, knowing that my mother was dying, but I didn't know how to be sad at all.
When Grandpa took us back to the door, there was no figure in the dark room, but a word of one voice burst out of it, and they said, "Ah! Back! ”
Inside, the younger brother was pushed to his mother's side, and her mother weakly told him to be obedient and obedient. After my brother was pulled away, when it was my turn to rely on my mother, before my mother could speak, I showed my mother the longan core that I had picked up half a jar, and I said, "Mom, you see, I have picked up so many longan nuclei." As soon as I finished speaking, the adults gathered around, especially the women, and they all began to cry. I was also infected and scared. Before long, my mother died. Who knows "Mom, you see, I picked up so many longan nuclei which"
This sentence turned out to be something else to my mother and I said.
When I grew up, when I saw the longan tree blossoming, I thought, it's almost here; when someone picks the longan to sell, and someone eats the dragon's eye and spits out the dragon's eye core, I tell myself: "My mother died on this day." ”