In June, full of emerald greenery, indulge in the landscape, in this intoxicating June, the bayberry of the hometown matures. When I was a child, there were many arbutus trees in the mountains of my hometown, and there were also plants at home, when the plums were ripe, the mountains were all over the field, or the banks of rivers and ditches, or in the woods, it was not surprising or surprising, everywhere you could see a tree of arbutus trees, like a simple and unpretentious farmer, quietly and peacefully adhering to the idyllic time of the hometown. However, now, there are fewer bayberry trees, I don't know who cut it down, I heard that the trunk of the bayberry tree is the best wood for furniture, resulting in the hometown of the ownerless bayberry tree is about to disappear.
This time the Dragon Boat Festival home, in order to taste the familiar taste of plums, we drove half an hour of bumps to our hometown to pick bayberry
The arbutus posture is intoxicating. The fiery red plums hang in the treetops, and no matter where you stand in, you will be intoxicated by the seductive posture, and no matter what moment you are, you will be confused and your mouth will be full of incense. Listening to the pleasant birdsong and breathing in the fresh country air is a wonderful treat. At night, the stars twinkle in the sky, the river banks are chirping, the evening wind is blowing, the gusts of fragrance are coming, faint, quiet, one after another, refreshing, people can't help but revel in it. Standing under the arbutus tree, listening carefully to the sound of ripe joy, the tree is full of joy, like cheering in the red flowers. In the quiet space, the quiet grass, the warm time, the lush forest, green and red, let people be enchanted and linger.
The bayberry tree is a sunny tree. When the little hand of the spring breeze lifted the green coat of all things, it broke the tranquility of the village and made the trees that spread over the mountains come alive. Every arbutus tree is not idle, busy sprouting and blossoming, blooming lively. Between the branches and leaves, quietly spitting out, quietly blooming, faint fragrance, but we can't see the face of the yang plum blossom, the fine flowers can only be experienced with the heart, and the fragrance is felt with the nose.
After several months of incubation, after the wind and rain swaying, precipitated a different kind. Sweet, in the sunny place, the bayberry should ripen a little earlier, be a little bigger, and be a little sweeter. Freshly picked bayberry feels sweet and sour to eat, like a jolly jade liquid, scoop a spoonful of thousands of strands, taste a sweet and refreshing taste. However, as long as you taste one bite, you dare not take a second bite, because it is too sour, so sour that your tongue can't move, your teeth are weak, and you can't even bite the tofu after eating too much.
After two days of struggle, or climb up the tree, or carry a long pole hook, carry a basket, bag to pick a lot of bayonets. Enough to eat, but also enough to play, the remaining bayberry father used to brew bayberry wine, the wine is mellow, unique taste, is the country people love the wine. Sitting on the car home, staring at the village in the countryside, I suddenly remembered He Zhu's words: "How much idleness do you have?" A river of tobacco, full of wind in the city, plums yellow when the rain. "Yes, why is there so much sorrow in life, why is it not as exciting as when picking baybutus, so simple." The bayberry was ripe, the charming plum hung all over the treetops, wafting with a seductive fragrance, drunk on the country yard, drunk on the mountains and rivers, and drunk on the atrium of my heart.
A lot of people haven't seen bayberry, haven't they?