The cherries of the old home of Asan are famous far and wide.
In the late spring, cherry trees full of fruit sway their rich branches in the kaoru breeze, slowly shaking the fine green fruits red. When it was time to harvest, a tree of red fruits first attracted a kind of bird called "cherry mouth", constantly shuttling between leaves, dancing on the branches, picking up ripe cherries under the mouth, and the gentle cry was very similar to a hurried human phrase: "Who eats cherries come to eat", reminding people that cherry season has really arrived.
"Three episodes of cherry and two episodes of garlic" refers to the brevity of the cherry season. Just saw the red and bright slope, but in the blink of an eye for a few days, only the fruit remained, and the delicateness of the pieces had turned into the smile in the blue of the fruit picking girl. They picked the coming, hopeful sunny days with their hearts, picking infinite hope.
Those days were the most lively time at the foot of Mount Asan, and the purchases and sales became markets. So walking, cycling, and cattle uphill and laying off the hill are endless. There are also many cars also crooked uphill to join in the fun, people will be bright red cherries or boxes to move away, or on the pound to go, more buyers can not help but be tempted, personally into the forest to climb the branches to pick, to taste fresh. I don't know that "cherries are delicious and cooked and difficult to pick", often the neck is sore, the arms are numb, the fingertips are pinched, and the harvest is only a small handful. At this time, buyers really understand why cherries are always the sweetest.
There is also a saying: "Cherries are delicious trees are difficult to plant", in fact, it is not, cherry trees are easy to survive, but it likes the soil in the mountains the most. If they were allowed to take root in the depression of the Hirakawa River, although they would live as green as ever, the color and taste of the cherries would be far worse, and even their names would be renamed little cherry beads, which seemed to be no longer cherries.
Looking forward to this year's cherry season coming soon, I can wait with my relatives and friends for a few cherries, dancing with it in the south wind, while picking up the little red lips that have fallen off the head.
(Original debut text/figure Gao Fengtang)