Yesterday I happened to see some vendors selling cherries on the side of the road, but those cherries were not good in color, they did not have the ruddiness that cherries should have, and presumably there was no taste that cherries should have, so there was no desire and impulse to buy, so they left these cherries behind. However, when I think about it at night, I suddenly have a sadness that fills my heart, and I haven't dissipated for a long time, so I guess I am missing the cherries of my hometown.
So I pulled my finger and calculated that I had not eaten the cherries of my hometown for six or seven years, although I had eaten cherries from other places during this time, but I never had the taste of my hometown. Occasionally, I tried to recall the taste of that year, but often in vain, I was afraid that the taste had already drifted between heaven and earth between my own cities, or I missed the past years and refused to follow me.
In my memory, the cherry tree seems to be the village tree of our village, and as long as you look up slightly, you can see the shadow of the cherry tree swaying in the wind. And if you walk on the road, you can see that there will be one or two or three cherry trees standing quietly in front of every house, so that it has become the most profound scenery in our childhood memories, making me stubbornly think that cherries are the specialty of our hometown, which has not been available anywhere else, and even if there is, it is transplanted from my hometown. Although this idea has been a bit extreme over time and experience, I still insist that the cherries in my hometown are the best and most flavorful.
Cherry blossoms
Every year in March, the spring breeze is like an alarm clock, urging the awakening and growth of all things. At this time, cherry tree also stretched out its lazy waist and began to write its own struggle poem. A few days after the spring breeze, you can see the cherry tree hanging flower buds, fat, bulging, and a little makeup, some red, is cute.
Maybe what you see today is the buds, and tomorrow morning you can see the clusters of small white flowers blooming very cheerfully, causing the bees to scramble to pick nectar, making this clean place more and more lively. Although the cherry blossoms do not have a rich floral fragrance, if you take a closer look, you can feel the unique fragrance of the cherry blossoms by the tip of your nose, which is very good. Although it seems to be a little rejected thousands of miles away, it does not have the arrogance of the relict and independent like Fleur, and it is always stained with a little human fireworks, which looks real.
Since I was a child, I liked to be quiet, and naturally I would not let go of such a beautiful view. Every afternoon after school, after school, I would take a small bench and sit by the tree, looking at the flowers on the tree with my head on my back.
It was quiet at this time, and people were all going home to rest, and occasionally a few dog barks were dotted among them, as if they were outside the whole world. Sometimes I would hear the flower language between the little flowers, they told the funny things they encountered during the day, and then they played with each other, which was very cute and warm, so that I unconsciously indulged in it, until my mother called me home to sleep before reluctantly leaving. However, as I grew older, I was already overwhelmed by the mountain of homework every day, and I didn't have the state of mind to listen to the flowers at that time, so naturally I couldn't understand their conversations, and I didn't know what secrets the cherry blossoms were telling at this moment.
But flower viewing is only a small episode, and more importantly, eating cherries, so that we monkey children are always silently waiting for the day when the cherries are ripe under the tree.
You should know that the cherry flowering period is very short, only about ten days, it will drift on the ground with the breeze, and the white flowers will be a little dazzlingly white, and after a few days, they will turn into spring mud, maintain their mothers, and never find them again. At this time, we saw the small blue particles that had been tightly wrapped, occasionally a little naughty, unable to hold back the temperament, so we picked one and put it in our mouth, without any taste, presumably it was not the taste of growth.
cherry
Since there is no maturity, it can only be patient, and every day I watch the small particles on the tree slowly become larger, rounder, into the blushing face of the beauty, and finally into the appearance of huang Chengcheng or red tongtong, like the skin of a baby. When it finally matured, he climbed up the branches and slept in the trees to eat, which was a joy. However, this scene was seen by the loving mother, and naturally it was not allowed, so she could only obediently go down the tree and look at the cherry on the tree and sigh secretly.
My mother looked at me and dragged me to the kitchen, and saw a bowl of brightly colored cherries, presumably picked by my mother before school, so my depressed mood was swept away, and I swallowed the bowl with it. My mother stood next to me all the time, touching my head with her hand from time to time and saying, "Bao'er, slow down!" I said vaguely with a cherry in my mouth, "Mom, you can eat some too, but it's delicious!" "Until I ate the whole bowl of cherries, I still reluctantly licked the bowl with the cherries."
Eating our own cherries is naturally very comfortable, but there is no other kind of fun, so we ran to the opposite hillside in groups of three or five, picking wild cherries. Wild cherry trees are very tall and not easy to pick, but they are difficult for those of us who are "delicious". We will divide the work according to the actual situation, good at climbing trees will climb to the tree to pick, if you can not climb the tree can make tools to pull branches, in short, we can eat to the fullest, and finally on the way home to make fun of each other's faces, really like a big flower cat! But as he went to the county to attend high school, and his former partners either went out to work or continued to go to school like himself, he no longer had the energy and time to pick wild cherries, and he didn't even have time to eat his own cherries.
But fortunately, there is a cherry ditch behind the county middle school, which can give those of us who are too late to go home to have a place to see cherry blossoms. Because it is just behind the school, the distance is not very far, so we will take advantage of the half-day break on the weekend to go to see it with three or five friends. It was a sea of cherry blossoms, tens of thousands of cherry trees planted on both sides of the road, a piece of white flowers, like a dream, and inadvertently we were immersed in the fragrance of flowers.
Along the way, I met a couple strolling through the cherry blossom trees, so beautiful and vivid, dotted with the romance of cherry blossoms. However, most of them are tourists who come to see it, while taking pictures, they marvel at the same time, but they don't know that we have long been accustomed to it. The most joyful thing is that when the cherries are ripe, there are some fruit farmers at the entrance of the school who carry cherries to sell, the color is bright, and the price is not expensive. When I happen to go to dinner outside the school, I will buy a little and bring it back to taste with my classmates, but I can also solve the pain of lovesickness!
Once my mother called me and said, "The cherries at home are ripe again, and your father and I have picked a lot of cherries, so I will wait for you to come back and eat them." When do you take a holiday? I have been making up classes at school, so I can only refuse my mother's kindness and say: "Mom, recently the school makes up classes, I am afraid that there will be no holidays in the near future." You and my dad will eat it quickly, leave me alone! Unexpectedly, the next day my mother came to my school with a bag of cherries, and I saw that the cherries in the bag were full and without any flaws, presumably selected by my mother and father overnight. I took a cherry and put it in my mouth, but found that the cherry was unusually sweet, almost sweet to my heart. So I thought to myself, if I have time in the future, I must go home and eat the cherries from my hometown. But far from home, how can I go back so easily, whenever the cherries are ripe and can't get out, I can only secretly comfort myself that I will go back next year, but often it can't be realized, until one day my mother called and said that the cherry tree on the side of the road was cut down in the village because of the road construction, and our family's cherry tree happened to be on the road, so it could only be cut down. After answering my mother's phone call, my heart suddenly became cold, remembering the scene of sleeping in a tree and eating cherries, I guess there will be no more, and what I lost can only be lost forever.
At the New Year, I went home to see that the place where the cherry trees used to be located had long been replaced by a solid cement road, although it was crowded, but there was no hint of liveliness, but it was a little deserted. He happened to be at the wedding of a childhood friend, and at dinner he asked me if I remembered being bitten by a dog when we went to pick wild cherries together. I nodded, and he continued, he misses the time, but he can't be as young and crazy as he was then, and maybe when his son grows up, he will pick wild cherries like him. I didn't speak, I just looked at him quietly, and I saw a hint of loneliness and uneasiness in his eyes.
In order to eat the cherries of my hometown again, I specially ran to the street to buy a cherry sapling, carefully planted it in front of the door, I fertilized and watered it, watched it grow slowly, and felt very comforted. Yesterday I received a call from my mother saying that the little cherry tree grew well and that it began to bear fruit today. In my mother's account, I could already imagine the cherry tree bearing fruit, the yellow fruit hanging from the tree, bending the branches, but I still didn't have time to go back.