Text | Yang Aiwu
Mulberries are ripe among the branches, red and sour to purple and sweet. I couldn't help but salivate and pick up a few pounds to relieve my hunger." Looking at the circle of friends, the inscription of a literary friend slipped through the mouth, which made me feel excited.
The mulberries are ripe...
When I was a child, in my hometown, on the only way from my family to my grandmother's house, there was a large peach forest, and outside the peach forest, there were seven or eight mulberry trees, and I don't know whether these mulberry trees were planted in the village or grew naturally, these mulberry trees made me feel fresh, because there were no mulberry trees in the nearby villages.
In the spring, after the mulberry trees are covered with flocculent flowers, I look forward to the flowers becoming mulberries. The mulberry began to be the color of green, the taste of sourness, with the color from green to red and purple, eating the mulberry acid in the mouth with sweetness.
In early summer, in that small mulberry forest, the palm-like mulberry leaves of the trees were fat and tender, and the oil was emerald green, and the mulberries were hidden behind the palm-like mulberry leaves, and after a gust of spring wind, the flowers faded red and the mulberries matured. The ripe mulberry was black and shiny, and the black and red mulberry was eaten in the mouth, sweet and sour.
Often at noon, while the adults were snoozing, we sneaked into the forest, looked at the ripe mulberries, and carefully picked them. Despite our careful picking, the mulberry juice was still mercilessly smeared on our faces and clothes.
Entering the mulberry forest, we first pick the ripe mulberries, pick them, eat them, and then we pick some and put them in our pockets. When the sun was about to end, we flew to the school like we had received a collection order, the soil on the village road was hot by the sun, and our little feet kicked the hot soil everywhere. Years later, I learned to "go away from the dust", and I felt that it was most appropriate to use it at that time.
My grandmother used to say that I "can't keep dry food in the kennel," which is a good idea. The mulberry was hidden in my pocket, and it was a great temptation for me, and this temptation came from the delicacy of the mulberry and also from the psychology of wanting to show off. Many times when I was secretly and relishing during class, I inadvertently saw that several of my classmates cast envious eyes.
I was so energetic that I couldn't sleep during my nap, so I took advantage of the nap time again and again to pick mulberries. I have always liked the feeling of picking mulberries with my friends, and when my undershirts are soaked, I feel refreshed; when I eat mulberries with great pleasure, especially when I bring the fruits of labor to other friends to share, I suddenly have a sense of accomplishment.
When I was a little older, in the south of my ancestral hall, a large number of mulberry trees were planted, that is the production team to develop the side business, planted for the cultivation of silkworms, the mulberry tree is very small, the knot is not fruitful mulberry I do not know, then the production team sent Xiuqing Lady to be responsible for raising silkworms, out of curiosity, I went to see those silkworm babies, when I went, they were greedily eating mulberry leaves, I entered the door and heard a burst of "rustling" sound, it was like a silent battle, more like a march of life.
After leaving my hometown, I have always had a deep mulberry complex, that year, I bought a few pounds of mulberry from a farmer who pulled a row of mulberries to sell mulberries, and when I went home to wash it and picked up a mulberry and put it in my mouth, my smile froze: the mulberry in my memory tasted very good, and the taste was slightly sour in sweetness; the mulberry I now eat in my mouth was so soft, with only a little sweetness.
After many years, I still remember the ease, cheerfulness and satisfaction of picking mulberries as a child, and I will never forget the sweet and sour memories of mulberries left between my teeth.
A story about mulberries:
Pick up the leaves for kissing
Han Cai Shun, less lonely, the mother to filial piety. When the king was reckless, he did not give the year, and he picked up mulberries and flourished with strange instruments. The red-browed thief saw it and asked. Shunyue: "The black one serves the mother, and the red one eats himself." "The thief pities his filial piety and fights with one bull with two bull hooves of white rice."
Shun, a Native of Runan, Han Dynasty, lost his father at a young age, and his mother was very filial. At that time, it was the rebellion of Wang Mang, and there was a famine, and the firewood and rice were expensive, so they had to collect mulberry leaves for mother and son to fill the hunger. One day, when they met the Red Brow Army, the rebel soldiers asked in a loud voice, "Why are the red mulberries and the black mulberries separated in two baskets?" Cai Shun replied: "The black mulberries are for the old mother to eat, and the red mulberries are left for themselves to eat." The Red Brow Army took pity on his filial piety and gave him three buckets of white rice and a cow to bring back to offer to his mother as a sign of respect.
Later generations have poetry clouds: black leaves serve Xuan, crying hunger and tears. Red eyebrows know filial piety, and cattle and rice are given to the king. (Pictured from the network)
About the author: Yang Aiwu, pen name Ami. He is a member of the Peasants' and Workers' Democratic Party, a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Society, a member of the Provincial Youth Writers Association, an executive vice chairman of the Municipal Youth Writers Association, and a columnist of Zibo Evening News. The articles have been scattered in newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the province such as Zibo Financial and Economic News, Ten Years of Literary Scene, Zibo Sound Screen Newspaper, Qingdao Morning Post, Beijing Youth Daily, China Discipline Inspection and Supervision Daily, Shandong Pictorial, Rural Public, etc. Over the years, I like to wander in famous works, record my life in words, and continue to practice in writing, hoping to gradually perfect myself.
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