Text/Wang Huicheng
After a cold winter, several spring winds finally touched the sycamore, so the dark yellow branches still carried the fruit of the copper bell that had borne last year, and the sycamore flower bloomed again, blowing a loud trumpet towards the sky.
Standing under the plane tree and looking up at the sky, a large and thick leaf slants out from the branches of the horizontal and vertical eight. A gust of wind blew, the leaves made a rattling sound, and I involuntarily moved my nose and took a deep breath of the aroma, which was the fragrance of sycamore flowers.
There are several such plane trees in my hometown yard, and the largest one requires several people to hold hands at the same time to hold it. When I was a child, my family once raised a cattle cow, and I remember that when I came back from the field, I first tied the cow to this tree, fed some hay to the hard-working luck, and then led it into the cowshed to let it regurgitate slowly. Now the cow has long been sold, the plane tree that once tied the cow has lost its use, and decades later, this large tree with several bowls of thick mouths has also been sold for expenses, and has long disappeared.
The plane tree at that time witnessed my growth, and every day I carried my school bag happily to school, and then I went home happily. In this way, I came and went between school and home day by day. Every day when I came home from school, I was greeted first by my grandmother, who didn't care about my things at school and would ask me almost nothing. In her heart, as long as I enter the school, it will be a hundred reassuring, because I am the most well-behaved child in his eyes, I will never be mischievous, and I will not cause trouble, and all she cares about is my warmth and cold. One year, I couldn't remember why, as if my father had criticized me a few times, and I didn't even eat when I was angry, and I went to school with my school bag on my back. When I finished two classes hungry, my teacher called me out. I saw my grandmother waiting for me outside on her tiptoes, and when she saw me come out, she took out a small bag from her arms, and after opening it layer by layer, it turned out to be two boiled eggs! You must know that at that time, eggs were exchanged for money, where to eat ah! I didn't say anything at the time, and I devoured the two eggs and let my indisputable tears stain my cheeks. Unconsciously, I have been away from my hometown for almost forty years, and the grandmother who hurt me and loved me has been sleeping for nearly forty years.
Now when I look up and see the sycamore blossoms, I can't help but think of my hometown again. It's just that the yard in my hometown has long been deserted, and when I went back last summer, I saw that the yard was overgrown with weeds, and I had not crossed my knees, and I couldn't help but feel sad. Now I haven't been home for a long time, I hope this plane flower can carry away my thoughts of my hometown, and when the epidemic is over, I must go home to see, although the tall and thick plane tree in the yard has long been gone, but there have been new small trees next to the roots of the plane tree. I hope that these small trees can grow up as soon as possible, and I believe that when it can also blossom, the yard of the hometown will be full of the fragrance of sycamore flowers.
About author:Wang Huicheng, a native of Dongping, Shandong, is a member of the Communist Party of China and a senior middle school teacher. He is a member of the Chinese Character Copyright Association, the Chinese Prose Literature Society, the Shandong Provincial Prose Literature Society, and the Jinan Writers Association, the original master of the Qilu Evening News and the One Point Of Qilu Yidian, and the prose editor of the literary platform of "China Countryside And Zhongxiang American Culture". His works have been published in Language and Writing Daily, Qilu Evening News, Shandong Education Daily, Jinan Daily, Beijing Short Literature, Young Writers, Contemporary Prose, Shandong Education, Modern Education, Jinan Education, Kyushu Writers, Qilu Literature, Contemporary Essayists, Confucius Literature, Writers Zone, Qilu Evening News, Qilu One Point, Shandong Short Literature Micro-Journal, and other newspapers and online platforms.
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