Jia Pingwo: I actually forgot about it

I often want to write something about my little peach tree, but I don't end up writing a word. Am I pitying it too much? Is it my love and pity that it doesn't matter? I don't know what the strange reason is, but I often confess to myself, comfort myself, and say: I should write something about it.

At dusk today, the rain was so heavy that I was a little surprised. When I got up in the morning, I said happily: Spring rain is as expensive as oil, and this year came so early! While letting the rain wet my hair, I chanted some of Du Fu's "sneak into the night with the wind, the moisturizer is silent", and even want to go to the field to walk slowly. But the rain was heavy, not at all the gentleness of spring, and it had been raining all day. I closed the door deeply and sat down by the window to watch my little peach tree shivering in the wind and rain. The slender creatures, the branches were already flustered, the peach blossoms fell one by one, most of them were trapped in the mud, and they swirled in the yellow water at three o'clock and two o'clock. Ah, it has aged a lot, lost a lot of weight, and yesterday's Chu Chu's face has completely faded. Poor it's so young, poor it's only bloomed a second time! I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, I was helpless. Alas, how arrogant I was in the past, how reserved I was, I turned out to be a.

It was autumn many years ago, and we were still children. Grandma came back from the market and brought us a peach for each of us, and she said: Let's all eat it, this is a "fairy peach"; with a peach core, a dream, who dreams of peach blossoms, will be happy for a lifetime. We all got serious and climbed into bed with all the peach cores in mind. But I couldn't sleep peacefully anyway, thinking that this sweet dream could not be done, and I was not willing not to do it, so I got up and buried the peach core in the soil in the corner of the yard, hoping that it would hold my dream there.

Autumn passed, and another winter passed, and the joy of the child had its own children, and I forgot about it. One spring morning, Grandma was cleaning the yard, and suddenly found a corner place, arched out a tender green child, and shouted: What is this? I suddenly remembered that it was it: it had grown out of the soil! It looked very aggrieved, bent its head, and hugged its body. The next day he opened up, thin and yellow, and it seemed that as soon as he touched it, he would immediately break off. Everyone laughed at it, and Grandma also said: This peach tree is not out of the woods, how good the seeds, grow, but they are all wild, bear some hairy fruit, must be grafted to become. I didn't quite believe it, and I insisted that it blossom and bear fruit in the future. Because it is too long to be a place, no one will pay any attention to it, and it is those bonsai that annoy people. Grandpa liked to serve flowers, and in our house, courtyard, and doorway, there were all kinds of flowers and plants. When the spring flowers were in full bloom, people from near and far came to appreciate it, and Grandpa called us out of the house pot by pot every morning, and pot after pot in the night; but I never thought of my little peach tree, but it grew silently.

It grew very slowly, and in one spring, it only grew two feet tall, and its appearance was extremely obscene. But I was very happy: it was mine, it was my dream seed. I think my sisters and brothers, their dreams with peach cores, may have long been forgotten, but my peach tree allows me to see it every day. I said, my dreams are green, and I will be happy when they blossom in the future.

It was also during this year that I went to school in the city. Out of the mountains, when I came to the city, I realized my smallness: the heavens and the earth outside the mountains are so big, and there are so many good scenes in the city. Since then, I have also had the soul of flesh and blood, studying, struggling, and as soon as I graduated, I went to society and wanted to vigorously do my career; the tuyuan in my hometown, the small peach tree in the tuyuan, no longer thought.

However, I slowly discovered my naivety, my naivety, that there were originally great books in the world, but I could not even read the lines. I gradually grew older, and my temper deteriorated day by day, and I often sat alone in a daze, and my mood seemed to be dying of old age. At this time, Grandma also died, which was really a disaster. I went back to my hometown from the city overnight, and the family couldn't wait for me, and my grandmother was already buried. Looking at the chaos of the whole house, thinking about Grandma's past appearance, I didn't feel the tears flow down and cried at the spiritual hall. When it was dark, I sat under the window, and when I looked up, I saw my little peach tree: it was still growing, bent over, and the branches that were trying to hold on were already high in the courtyard wall. How did it grow over the years? Grandpa's flowers have long been gone, and the flowerpots of one base and one base are piled up at the base of the wall, but it grows! The younger brother said: The peach tree was broken once by the pig arch, or it would have blossomed long ago. They used to think that it was not a place, and they were not good-looking, and wanted to cut it off, but Grandma did not agree, and often protected it and watered it. Ah, little peach tree, how did I leave you here, and you were drifting away from home, and you forgot about it? Looking at the peach tree and remembering my grandmother who could not see her again, I was deeply sorry for my grandmother, sorry for my little peach tree.

Now, it has blossomed, and although it has grown weakly, and its bones are not flourishing, overnight, the flowers have all bloomed. I had seen the oleander peach blossoms under the Zhongnan Mountain, and I had also experienced the peach blossoms in front of the Ma Song Slope, the flowers were burning, but my little peach tree, a seed of "fairy peach", was too white and too light, and the petals were thin as paper, no flesh, no powder, like a seriously ill girl, pale and white, and a bitter smile. I couldn't help but feel a little sad, and the tears were coming down again.

Fortunately, the flower did not go away immediately, just like a tree, lonely in the corner. Whenever I look at it, I find that no bee has ever fallen in love with it, and a butterfly has flown over it.

Poor little peach tree! I couldn't help but tremble a little: Isn't this flower the elf of the dream I was going to have?!

But the rain was so big that the petals fell to pieces. I only say that with this spring rain, the flowers will bloom more colorfully, the fragrance will be more intense, who knows that it is so thin, can not bear such a big blessing, can not withstand so much baptism, pieces of payment to the wind, rain! I cried out to my grandmother in my heart.

The rain was still falling, and my little peach tree had stooped down a thousand times and struggled a thousand times, and the peach blossoms of a tree, one piece, one piece, were so wet that they were like a swan, and their feathers peeled off and became naked and black. However, at that moment when I was lying on the ground, I suddenly saw that on the tall branch of the tree, there was still a bud that wanted to bloom, tender yellow, tender red, swaying in the wind, shaking the rain all over the body, and it was about to fall several times, but it did not fall, like the light on the channel in the wind and waves, flashing the faint yellow light and the tender red light.