Guo Jin tied up | years old persimmon red
Guo Jinzuo is currently the president of the Pingdingshan Branch of the Henan Reportage Literature Society and a visiting professor of Pingdingshan College. He joined the China Writers Association in 1994 and the China Reportage Literature Society in 2001, and has published more than 60 books, including "Zhanhe Armageddon", "Lei Yu Beacon Fire", "Torrent Rolling", "Beauty Mountain, Beauty River", "Sixty Years Old Saying", "Child Fun", "True Feelings on Earth", "Fate", "My Aotou", "Village Soul", "The Legend of Guanyin Bodhisattva", "Wind and Rain Longtan Love", "Magnificent Song Wind and Cloud Road", "The Moon is hometown Ming", "The Fragrance of The Years", "The Beauty of the New City", "The Nostalgia of the Old and Deeper", etc. Many of his works have been published in People's Literature, Chinese Writers, and Literature and Art Daily, and won awards.
In the autumn season, we attended the 15th Writers' Seminar of the Benliu Academy of Literature in Puyunling.
When we got up early in the morning, we lived in a persimmon forest that could not be seen at a glance, and the persimmon trees with red dots near and far were like a cluster of burning flames. From a distance, the mountains seem to be covered with a layer of red mist; up close, the branches of persimmon trees are covered with "rubies", and "gems" radiate brilliant light to the surroundings.
I stood in the persimmon forest of the Plucking Cloud Ridge, and my heart was stirring. The persimmon forest of The Cloud Ridge is lush and lush, under the autumn sun, every green leaf shines with a strong melody, and every golden fruit is overflowing with the clear rhyme of poetry. Ripe, ripe, the stream flowing out of the persimmon forest rattled and announced, as if drunk. Yes, the creek is drunk, in this sweet season, the land is drunk, one ridge after another, the fields are dripping with honey, flowing with fragrance... The people of Yunling were also drunk, humming songs and reaping happiness.
In The Clouds Ridge, the persimmon trees are all over the mountains, and the trees are very thick, and I often estimate their annual rings, and I have also asked the old people in the village about the rings of the trees, and the old people say that since I can remember, the persimmon trees have been here and they are so tall.
Seeing the persimmons of The Cloud Ridge, I remembered the persimmons of my hometown. I remember when I was a child, especially in the hot summer, my friends and I felt that the house was hot, and we had no place to go to the persimmon trees, climbing very high and blowing the wind, while looking at the mountains in the distance, we often stayed in the trees for an afternoon. When it comes to spring, the tree will bloom yellow flowers, small dense bees will come to collect honey, gradually the flowers will fall, and finally grow small green persimmons, after a period of time there will be many small persimmons falling, and then there will be persimmons, and the persimmons that fall under the trees will go to the tree to find food, then I will also compete with them to eat. Gradually the persimmon grew into shape, and when it was about to ripen, I would steal other people's persimmons with the children (those trees in the village had owners, and at that time my companions and I were the most mischievous in the village, who loved to steal other people's things), take the stolen persimmons home and find a crock pot filled with water, put the persimmons in it, change the water every day, and after a week, take the persimmons out and eat them, we call this method of persimmons, and the persimmons made with this method are common in the outside market. Another method is to put the persimmons in a pot, half a pot of water to medium temperature, in the middle of the night, burn again, and by dawn the persimmons can be eaten.
At that time, my companions and I would often look for persimmons at the tops of the trees that had been sunburned, because most of the persimmons were not yet ripe, and at the branches, some of them were already ripe.
When the persimmons are ripe, the persimmons will fall from the trees, then people will put these persimmons in the large porcelain jar at home (the hometown calls this large container an urn), put it for a long time, it will be sour, then it will be taken out and placed in a small porcelain jar, there is a small opening under this porcelain jar, and then pour water to drip down, so that the persimmon vinegar in the hometown is made, and then put up in a glass bottle to put some wine in it, and then put it in the sun to dry, when the vinegar gradually turns yellow, it can be eaten. We made persimmon vinegar at that time, and this vinegar was very fragrant, much better than the one sold in the noodles, and I grew up eating vinegar with that taste. I've been out for a long time and I've never forgotten the persimmon vinegar from my hometown.
When the persimmon is not fully ripe, we will pluck it off, use a knife to peel off its skin, but not all of it, cut a centimeter and then leave a centimeter not to cut and then cut again, you can also cut it all, the persimmon looks like it was killed from a distance without being killed.
Then we will string them up, hang them on the roof of the house, let the sun dry it, it will gradually turn into a dark red and gradually dry out, and then we will put it away, it will gradually mold, the more mold the better, it is a specialty of the hometown, that is, the persimmon cake on the market today, here I want to correct a mistake, that is, the persimmon flower in the market is called persimmon cake.
I came out for a long time, unforgettable persimmon flowers in my hometown, I also bought a lot of persimmon flowers from the market but did not have the sweetness of home.
When the persimmon is ripe, we will pick it off, peel off its thin skin, and then put its flesh and juice in the container, and then put flour in the container while stirring by hand, and gradually the persimmon and the noodles are kneaded together, and the noodles are put into the pot to bake into a cake, which is very soft and sweet and delicious, a unique specialty of the hometown, which is not available in the market. I remember when I was a child, I loved to eat this kind of cake, but when the persimmons were ripe, the old mother at home was often too busy with farm work to make it, so I begged my mother to make it every time.
When the persimmons are ripe and hang on the trees, it is not a good place. As autumn comes, the persimmon leaves gradually turn yellow, turn red, and fall again. Some persimmons fall earlier than the leaves, some and the leaves can't stand the changes of the wind and the weather and gradually fall, some persimmons still don't fall after all the leaves fall, then you see the whole tree from a distance is a red, that kind of red, you have never seen the red.
We pluck the persimmons that have not fallen, put them in a frame, and hang them on the tree, so that the persimmons can be preserved from February to March of the following year.
We have many kinds of persimmons there, some of which are suitable for obscurity, and some of which are suitable for long-term preservation. However, the variety of persimmons is different, the moisture and taste of it are also different, and the size of persimmons is also different, maybe you will look down on those small persimmons, but it is the smallest persimmons that can be preserved for the longest time. Remember that in the morning the sun has not yet risen, we will always go to the tree to eat persimmons, it is so red, the dew on the persimmons that are not about to drip is so clear, that is the most beautiful color in the world.
When I see persimmons, I always dream of returning to my hometown to eat persimmons at home and eat persimmon cakes made by my mother、、、、、、
In the season of autumn winds, cool autumn and autumn leaves, I walked slowly on the mountain path of The Cloud Ridge alone, and it was the fiery red persimmons that were full of mountains and slopes that attracted my attention. The red persimmons that are placed in The Tree of Dialing Cloud Ridge are naturally beautiful, beautiful and full of beauty, and exude a kind of joy, which is the unique autumn rhyme of Dialing Cloud Ridge.
Stop at the slopes and fields of Yunling Ridge and watch the strings of fiery red persimmons hanging on the branches, swaying in the wind, dancing their mature forms, as if they were about to jump down from the branches, and the saliva flowed down unconsciously. Stretch out your hands, one hand to suppress the lantern-like branches, the other hand to pick a ripe persimmon, taste a bite, sweet to the heart. Heart flower was touched by this natural beauty, picked up the mobile phone a burst of indiscriminate bombardment, the beauty of the world seems to be all loaded into the mobile phone, to keep the autumn, to retain this sweet fiery red. I remembered the scene of the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of my childhood, using a branch to pick up a lantern and tour the village and alley. At this moment, the string of persimmons swaying on the branches is like the joy of the Lantern Lantern Parade in youth, and the music blends!
Strolling through the Cloud Ridge and admiring the red in front of you, people can't help but jump out of the "Xiaolian star shadow, the evening with daylight hanging." Ben was inspired by liu yuxi's poems to praise persimmons because of his legacy, and the beautiful scenery in front of me and Liu Yuxi's poems were really beautiful.
There are many persimmon trees in front of the village and on the slopes of the fields in The village of Puyunling, which are called hanging red by the locals, and now that I think about it, it is hanging red on the branches. But you can't eat it as soon as you pick it, because the persimmon you just picked doesn't taste delicious, astringent, and eating too much will have a thick feeling on your tongue. Therefore, the picked persimmons are generally placed in the rice bran frame for a week or so to remove the astringency; or use the sesame rod to insert persimmons and remove the astringency, so that the persimmons are peeled and eaten, and the taste is sweet and delicious. When I was young, due to the difficulties of life, I often did not have enough to eat, and since the persimmon blossomed, I hoped that it would bear fruit and ripen early. And the small partners do not reach the persimmon ripe rush to pick, the persimmon on the hillside is unmanaged, the local people call "wild persimmons", who picks who. Sometimes the persimmons on the hillside are picked, and the friends go to steal the persimmons in front of the farmer's house, and when they are discovered, they will find a meal of insults, and we always laugh.
Nowadays, the improved persimmons no longer need rice bran or sesame rods to go astringent, a large number of persimmons planted in the mountains or hillside fields have become a tourist destination for people to play leisurely, and the persimmon forest that was neglected in the past has become a slightly famous tourist attraction. The persimmons that spread over the mountains were half red in the sky; the crowded tourists surrounded the entire Puyun Ridge, which was more lively than the New Year, and the persimmons brought prosperity to the mountain people, and the persimmons brought joy to the mountain people. Blending into the persimmon forest, the fragrance of persimmons wafts in the heart, we are accustomed to finding a corner for ourselves in the glitzy world, and this is the party we are looking for. I am a persimmon on a country tree, with a fiery red heart, and no matter how far I go, I can't do without the trunk that gave birth to me and raised me.
The persimmon forest in front of me reminds me of my former love, and I once made a promise with Mei next to the persimmon tree in my hometown:
"Do you really love me?"
"Well, I really love you, and I'll marry you when I have a successful career."
"What if your career doesn't work out?"
"I swear to you, everything I do is for us to have a better future."
"I believe in you, our tomorrow must be a good future!"
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However, the promise we made under the old persimmon tree was not fulfilled. That year, I went out of the mountains and into the city, and Mei, as she said, looked out into the distance under the old persimmon tree every day, waiting for my arrival. The spring breeze teased her hair; the summer grass listened to her beauty and loss; the autumn leaves covered her body but could not hide her mournful thoughts; the winter snow reminded her that another year had passed.
Suddenly, one day she was crying, crying so sadly that the tears wet the roots of the old persimmon tree. After crying, she carried her heavy bag and disappeared into the path I had walked. Before leaving, Mei wrote a lot of acacia and put it into the "agreed bottle", and from then on the end of the world.
A few years later, I returned to my hometown and came here, sitting alone next to the old persimmon tree, suddenly remembering something, and rummaging through the agreed bottle. I opened the creed in the agreed bottle and looked at what Mei had written for me, and the tears flowed like a river. I was feeling, feeling the footsteps that Mei had wandered alone, feeling the incurable stubbornness in Mei's heart, feeling the pain of Mei's despair. The wind blew away my tears, and it also blew away Mei's stubborn expectations.
I took the agreed bottle with me, maybe I wanted to miss the plum that had waited for me, or maybe I wanted to throw the plum into the memory of the past.
After a few more years, May returned, followed by a handsome gentleman. Mei rummaged through the agreed bottle, but could not find anything, her hand was planing the soil on the ground, the stone pierced her fingers, and the bright red blood mixed in the dirt. However, she kept shaving the soil, tears, blood, and dirt mixed together.
Today, although Mei has been away from here for many years, her heart has always been here, keeping the promise that dissipated in the air. Whenever the persimmons were ripe, she would come to this old persimmon tree and stand silently for half a day.
The old persimmon tree sighed, "For decades, I have been guarding the love between the two of you." Because of the expectations of both of you, I have a heart; and because of your two gaffes, I have lost my heart. ”
The old persimmon tree is full of red persimmons, like red lanterns, full of fire, festive, peaceful, but also full of bitterness, helplessness, and loss. I picked a persimmon and put it in my mouth, sweet and astringent. Sweetly, this old persimmon tree once made me feel the sweetness of this love. What is astringent is that this old persimmon tree once made us both fall in love with each other for half a lifetime. Eating and eating, the eyes are moist, and the original love that has been sealed for decades is so sweet and bitter.
In the golden autumn, I came to Dialing Cloud Ridge, here is the honey-filled sweet persimmon forest, here is the battlefield of the War of Resistance; here is a painting unfolded in autumn, here is a popular autumn three-dimensional poem.
Cloaked in the golden wind and the sunny sun, I drove away from Eagle City, broke away from the hustle and bustle of the modern city, and came to the persimmon forest of Dialing Cloud Ridge. Here there is no case of labor, no chaotic ears of the city's voice, no irritability. Blue sky, white clouds, babbling water, golden crops, fragrant orchards. A good school of pure beauty, the beauty of the harvest, the beauty of intoxicating.
Looking at the persimmon forest in the distance, it looks like a red pagoda; the bright red persimmons are the jewels that fill the tower. Look closely at the persimmon tree, like a red treasure fan; the fruit of the tree full of branches is an inlaid red lantern, a yellow lantern. Ascending to the distance, the persimmon hidden in the green bush is a red carp, a goldfish...
Walking into the orchard with green leaves and fruitful fruits, you can't see the rich fruits bright, dignified and round. Bright and dazzling persimmons, shining with pearlescent treasure, heavy and bent the branches. Red and yellow round, tender, like a baby's face, like a girl's face. Green as emerald, jade as jade, red as agate, yellow as gold treasure, green as pearl... Bright fruit red, pot brand persimmon, July red, face orchid..." It is suspected that it is the Queen Mother Yaochi peach, which is like the East Sea Immortal Fruit. "Here is a long street full of persimmons, colorful rivers, flowing densely, rushing is laughing. As far as the eye can see, it is intoxicating; what you hear in both ears is very fresh. The autumn of this persimmon forest is the season of gold, the season of fire, the season of harvest, but it is redder than fire, more expensive than gold, sweeter than honey. That persimmon, big, fat, sweet, good quality, "jade face flying red fragrance overflowing, fingers to break the taste of timeless. "Who tastes a mouthful does not say: the entrance is crisp, the throat is sweet, and the aftertaste is fragrant! Ah, we chewed only persimmons, but should be a ripe autumn!
The mountain stream of The Cloud Ridge is a mirror that reflects the abundant scenery of the persimmon forest and the people in the painting; the small river, like a reed flute dipped in sugar, flows out of the sweet rhyme; the hundred birds, flying and chirping, sprinkle a garden of songs and dances to celebrate the harvest. Everywhere is mellow. Ah, the air here is sweet, and the words of the growers clearly contain sugar, because their feelings are sweet and their voices are sweet.
"Persimmon trees are easy to plant and lively, hills and depressions can be planted, and they can bear fruit in one year, and their life expectancy is as long as 300 years." From the root of the tree to the persimmon leaf, full of treasure, persimmon leaf tea can lower blood pressure, a persimmon leaf can sell for 3 cents, as long as you have an area of 200 acres, the Japanese will fund a branch factory, the prospect is promising. How many fruits are needed by people, do not worry about sales. I plan to expand the planting area, from the existing basis, get 500 acres of persimmon orchards, then you can see, this square circle is full of persimmon forests, the scale and efficiency are more impressive. "An old man from Puyunling told me.
I also saw a girl from The Cloud Ridge, with an apple-like red fluttering face, and a golden phoenix blowing, spewing out a stream of youthful fragrance. Beads of sweat on the forehead, pearl-like shimmering. The Italian sideburns are pasted on the white and red cheeks, and there is a mischievous probing to the corners of the lips, and the water is like a hibiscus. She guarded this persimmon forest, her feet were cracked in the harsh winter, the sweat flowed in the middle of summer, the wind came, the rain walked, and the busy time was night and day. Pruning and pruning forks, fertilizing and watering, spraying medicine to cure insects... Hard sweat, poured autumn. She picks red persimmons, her eyes are sweet and affectionate, and two symmetrical dimples always appear on her face. The jujube red shirt is like a gorgeous morning glow. Ah, her thoughts have matured, her career has matured, her love has matured, and isn't her smile also sweet?
In Dialing Cloud Ridge, I also met an old man in his seventies, his face bronzed, all gilded by the wind and rain of the years; the wrinkles of his face recorded the changes of the times and the twists and turns of the road of life; the deeply sunken eyes, flashing with a deep and bright light, should be the condensation of life's sour, sweet and bitter. From time to time, an irrepressible optimistic and confident smile appeared on his face, which was clearly an expression of his happiness, hope, and pursuit. Sunset – age; sunrise – thought. Facing the round of sunrise that was about to erupt in the east, he pointed to a persimmon tree and said excitedly: "People are passed down from generation to generation, trees are passed down from generation to generation, see how fast this group of little guys are green and thick, and there is a breath!" "Ah, his vision is also sweet.
Looking at the scenery of Yunling Mountain, visiting the ruins of the ancient battlefield, expansive of my arms, thinking of the ancient feelings, the past is more than a thousand years.
Once upon a time, persimmons are sweet. The People of Puyunling, represented by Yang Laifa, secretary of the village party branch, emancipated their minds and transformed nature, and in the past, this barren land was now full of peasant entrepreneurs, and professional cooperatives have sprung up. The family is as fruitful as a persimmon tree, and the days of the people of Yunling are full of honey and sweetness like persimmons. I think that inside the red sweet persimmon is blood; the blood of the martyrs, the blood of the villagers; the yellow one is sweat; the hot sweat of the heroes, the hot sweat of the fruit growers.
When the persimmons are ripe, the big cars, the crowds of traders, the songs and laughter... Squeezed here together, "The scenery is unique here." "In the past, the feet stained with yellow mud and anxiety, now, with the brisk and sweet poetry rhythm in the small bridge flowing water, the fragrant persimmon garden, the dusk that used to soak in hunger and bitterness for centuries, has moved to this orchard morning. Looking at the orchard, I appreciated: the sea of fruits spits red sun, the green garden is the style of sunset; walking through the orchard, I am fascinated by the golden colors of autumn, and I taste the sweet poetry of autumn. Ah, golden grass, orchards, red houses, poplars, clear water, cars and horses, crowds, like a colorful three-dimensional symphonic poem in autumn, stirred up my golden feelings that were difficult to close.
When it was autumn, I spent a week in Dialing Cloud Ridge, my harvest was sweet, the idea was sweet, the article should also be sweet, I had a sweet love, when I was about to leave Dialing Cloud Ridge, a plucked Cloud Ridge person handed me a large and round sweet persimmon, I took a bite, tasting their "joint development of orchards, improve persimmon storage and processing capacity of the idea" oily feeling: sweet persimmon red orange orange, golden brilliant, sweet heart, moving, thoughts. Aren't you also a fruitful sweet persimmon tree?! Bear a tree fruit, rich a villager, sweet and drunk in autumn.
Tasting the persimmons of Yunling, the aftertaste reminded me of the yearning for the persimmons in my hometown and the pursuit of memories of life in my hometown.
Persimmon trees, in the hometown is the most common and common fruit trees, usually grow behind the house, or ditch slopes, the best field has no place for it, afraid of its canopy, the crops under the tree are weak and short, reduced production, so the persimmon saplings brewed in the field will be pulled out by hoes early or cut the grass with a hoe to remove the roots. Only on the thorny slopes or on the ground are their tall figures.
Every year in early spring, the dry and rugged persimmon trees, after experiencing the combing of the cold wind and the bathing of winter snow, the branches quietly emerge with yellow and tender green leaves, like green caterpillars, carefully protruding their heads. At this time, at the branches of the persimmon tree, there is still winter snow that has not melted. These young leaves, inadvertently, cover the tree with emerald green colors. On persimmon trees, in addition to a single piece of old leaves that grow on the branches, new leaves in the shape of four corners will also grow on the branches, and soon they will bloom with four-shaped bright yellow flowers, and the flowers are tender and yellow, and as the persimmon flowers wither, the green persimmon will grow. When the fruit is leafy and the persimmons are too dense, a small green persimmon will fall under the tree, which is a natural survival of the fittest, perhaps the family planning consciously implemented by the persimmon tree ensures the robustness of the mature persimmons.
Persimmon trees, when not bearing persimmons, are full of dark green glowing leaves, plump and thick, rich in texture, and thick greenery shades the rugged horizontal branches. The old persimmon tree, steady and thick, like a kind old man, sat firmly in the village field, the scaly bark wrapped around the tree, the branches were luxuriant, covering the village with green, erecting a barrier for the field, and the dense leaves blocked the sun's scorching gaze, creating a shade under the tree. As the sun sets, the once refreshing and moist leaves seem to have been drained by the scorching sun and become dry and wilted. The next morning, the green leaves of the trees were full of energy and heroic.
The persimmons in the late autumn are all over the mountains and red, and the leaves on the trees are bright red, and the autumn wind passes by, and the east drifts and withers, and there is really the charm of the late autumn red maple. At this time, the deletion of complexity, the sparse leaves, a tree of persimmons, all red smiles, and the applause of the leaves, greeting the pedestrians, showing off triumphantly and devotionally to this season.
Autumn is the flowering season for fruits, and red onyx-like apples, amethyst grapes, and yellow-sapphire-like pears are enough to make people salivate. But I loved persimmons, and they hung like red lanterns on the trees, illuminating my eyes and igniting the atrium of my heart.
Persimmon is very much like a cute child, with a red face and a green hat, just like a carefree, unrestrained toddler. Peeling off its coat, the fiery red seems to be slightly crystalline, and the red is gorgeous and vulgar. Take a bite, the soft and mellow feeling is warm and reassuring, every time you eat one, your heart will have an extra lantern, a fire, and the atrium of your heart will become bright and warm.
What an unforgettable persimmon forest in The Cloud Ridge!