My toon is extraordinarily fragrant
Zhang Yunfeng
Spring is the season of a hundred flowers, the sun is shining and the spring is bright. However, because of the epidemic, I went out as little as possible and gathered less in accordance with the government's call, and I lost many opportunities to step on the spring.
However, the beautiful spring arrived as promised, green at her pace, and the April sun was warm and bright. I stayed at home on weekends, picking up and putting down the book in my hand, and the seductive green made me unable to calm down. Looking up, my gaze stayed on the toon tree in the doorway.
There was a toon tree in front of my house, which grew too tall last year, and my mother cut off most of the branches of the tree to make it rest for the second year and grow, but this tree was pretentious and sprouted early, which made our whole family happy. In the past two days, the temperature has reached more than thirty degrees, and the toon buds on the branches have also grown strongly, just taking off the sharp point the day before yesterday, and today they are already swaying with the wind on the branches. My mother called me, took a small homemade hook, and came with me to the tree. I propped up the ladder and watched her climb up step by step, the morning sun was a little dazzling, swaying with the wind among the branches, Grandma Li's little flower cat climbed up the roof of my house again, cocking its tail and watching from the side, my little tiger dog sitting in the cage, eyes without blinking at its owner.
The toon tree is very tall, and the few toon branches in the low place have long been taken down by the mother three times and two divided by two. I wrapped my clothes around the toon buds, the rich fragrance lingered between the wings of my nose, the sun hit my face through the hair, I raised my head and squinted at my mother who was hooking the toon buds high, and at that moment I felt happy, as if I had returned to the time when I was a child and my mother went to the field to farm. When I was a child, I always quarreled to go to the field to help with the work, and when I went and didn't obey her, she always disturbed her, and she put me on the street car, and I rubbed around on it and ran and threw dirt blocks to play. Every time I looked up, my mother was always there, spraying, catching insects, and watering in a green wheat field or in a cornfield taller than her, with running water, a breeze blowing, and insects and flies. The sun was setting, the sunset was crimson, I was sitting on the ground row car, my mother pushed me, the insect chirping sounded in my ears, I would always pick a handful of small wild flowers in my hand, and go home in the creaking sound of the ground row car, at that time, I did not understand what was tired and hard, and my eyes were full of happiness.
Thoughts flew back, and I began to observe My mother, and because of the heat, or because of the long time she held up the long pole, the large beads of sweat on her wrinkled face fell and fell to the ground. Looking at my mother's somewhat awkward back, I said to my mother, "Let me come."
"It's not enough for me to worry about your little kid."
In my mother's eyes, I was always a child, and I saw the white hair on my mother's head, like a star that could not be covered in the darkness, and it was her bright and dangling youth. I climbed up a ladder and smiled at my mother and said, "Mom, I've grown up and it's time to help you."
Mom looked back, the corners of her wrinkled eyes flowed out of her smile, she smiled, it was so good-looking, in the breeze, I seemed to see the pruned toon tree, clinging to its "mother", trying to absorb nutrients and grow more toon buds.
My mother guarded the little me, and the camphor tree guarded the little home. She had a smile in her eyes, a sunlight, a spring breeze in April, and a rustling of camphor trees.
This weekend, I learned about the scrambled eggs made by my mother,And my mother smiled and squinted at me as I set a little bit of satisfaction, and I felt warm in my heart, and I decided to write this little thing out, the title is called: My family toon is extraordinarily fragrant, shared with friends, and left to myself as a memorial to this spring.
One point no. Shandong financial writer