Hawthorn flowers
My affection for the hawthorn tree song is far greater than the hawthorn tree in life. In fact, I was exposed to the song earlier than my peers. About fifty years ago, the fourth uncle in the front yard somehow set up a hand-cranked record player, and when the vinyl record "Squeaky La" emitted this beautiful melody with a slight sadness, my tears instantly rolled out of my eye sockets. The fourth uncle was frightened: What's up? Who hurt you?
In addition to the soil cherries, the main varieties of fruit trees here are sand fruits, pears, apple pears, because the raw taste is far less than the above fruits, wearing sugar gourds and making hawthorn cans is not something we can afford luxury, so few people plant hawthorn.
Far from the Hun River, there are mulberries, a mountain red tree, and a hawthorn tree, and although it is far from the residential area, they can't wait for the fruit to ripen before they are plucked by the anxious children. I went to look for the hawthorn tree just to see its emerald green + dark red leaf buds in the spring, and then the white flowers of the tree. Sitting under the hawthorn tree, the melody in the fourth uncle's record player will gradually become clear, and the white flowers in front of him seem to slowly fill the banks of the Hun River. At this time, the most I thought about was when a beautiful sister appeared under the tree who could enter Sangzi's house as my sister-in-law; and when it was older, when a beautiful girl would enter Sangzi's house as my daughter-in-law.
When I was in high school, I could hear "Hawthorn Tree" very clearly on the radio, and I learned to play this song with harmonica. The accordion was a large part of the original Hawthorn Tree orchestration, so the melody from my accent harmonica attracted the ears of many people, including a beautiful girl who later became my wife.
In the 1980s, hawthorn suddenly became popular in Shenyang, and my parents planted hawthorn trees in the nearly 10 acres of land contracted by our family. It may be a good variety, or it may be that the soil is more suitable for planting this plant, anyway, my family's hawthorn fruit is much more delicious than the street sale, delicious of course, do not worry about selling, therefore, one of the lives of our sisters is to bring hawthorn fruit to their respective units. At that time, my eldest niece and my eldest nephew had already been born, and probably only our family could cook hawthorn fruits with rock sugar to coax children, and of course, my wife's craft of dipping sugar gourds was also cultivated at that time.
Hawthorn fruit
Later, my hawthorn garden became part of the evergreen overpass, but there are still a few old hawthorn trees dotted there. The parents who planted them have passed away, and now no one but me pays attention to the stories of these trees anymore.
The harmonica was no longer blown, and with the help of mobile phone software, I began to sing "Hawthorn Tree". This age is getting farther and farther away from the story in the lyrics, but getting closer and closer to the melody. When I worked in the previous unit, the "Hawthorn Tree" I sang once became the background music of the promotion, and over time, I found that most of the people who were really interested in it were middle-aged and elderly people over the age of 50. A young man stopped for a long time with the leaflet of our unit, and when there was no one, he asked: Uncle, is your song "Hawthorn Tree" sung by Liao Changyong, Tong Tiexin or Liu Bingyi? How is it not like that? I said, "I sang it." He looked at me seriously and then sighed deeply. I shied away from his sadness and said, "It's rare for you to like this song at your age." The young man took out a tissue and wiped his eyes and nose and said: My dad likes it, and his "Hawthorn Tree" sings very well, but... I can't hear it again.
The other day, my sister brought a pot of hawthorn, and my wife dipped a lot of sugar gourds. My granddaughter and grandson are only interested in the sugar on it. My wife handed me the leftover sugar gourd they had chewed: "Your grandson and granddaughter's, don't be dirty." I said, "Give it to me." My wife was very surprised: You have always been a pretentious person, why is this time so painful? I said: Because they are children born of hawthorn trees...