In the late autumn of southern Germany, vineyards are strewn across the mountains, and the air is filled with the aroma of fresh wine.
These ordinary sweet and sour are delicious, and they are really delicious
The afterglow of the setting sun softly envelops the entire green mountains, the breeze gently blows the green earth, and the large vineyards sway gently on the hillside.
The bunches of heavy, pearl-like purple grapes ripen and are placed on the tip of the tongue, and the sweet taste is infused into the heart. Let me, who like fresh food, be filled with joy in my heart.
The banks of the Rhine in Germany are full of vineyards, and in autumn there are many wine festivals
It is a small mountain village in Germany called Martens, located at the junction of the beautiful Rhine and Neckar rivers. The surrounding Odense Mountains stretch and roll, where the sun is shining and the soil and climate are best suited for the growth of the grapes.
I remember when I was a child reading Marx's biography, there were words describing the vineyards on both sides of the Rhine. Since then, the vineyards here in Europe have been filled with dream-like fantasies.
It's near Heidelberg, Germany, and heidelberg is only half an hour's drive away
Standing on the upper slope of the vineyard and looking down, the green Odense Mountains in the distance are rolling, dotted with small villages, dotted among the mountains, small villages with red roofs, small churches, ancient squares, old houses crawling with ancient vines, everything looms at your feet.
A large expanse of green mist-like vines, surrounded by heaven and earth, was silent, standing here, closing his eyes wide, as if he heard the sound of the earth breathing.
Southern Germany is very close to France, and the climate in this area is also suitable for grape growth
My good friend Ellen, who was walking next to me, said to me: "Now that the vineyard has reached the stage of sun exposure, most of the work has been done, just wait for the warm autumn sun, shine on the grapes, let them drain the water, the grapes will be sweeter, and you can pick them." ”
"Only after this period of autumn sun drying, the resulting wine will be more delicious and fragrant." Yes! It turns out that grapes also have such a quiet moment before dawn! I heard her say this and thought to myself.
In the afternoon we walked from the small village of Bard down the hill, and when we sat down under a tall hazelnut tree to rest, we saw the sunset in the sky, and the clouds were colorful, orange, purple, and smoky gray, which was so beautiful.
From a distance, the bells of the church Mass came, and at this time, in such a heavenly place, enjoying such a time and space, I was deeply moved by everything in front of me, and I did not know what kind of language I could use to express my mood and gratitude at this time.
Sit under an umbrella-like hazelnut tree with ripe hazelnuts at your feet. Those plump, coffee-colored fruits popped out of the hedgehog-like shells, and a few little squirrels came running around, raising their calves, holding the chestnut fruit, and looking at me with their little grunting eyes.
The people who live in this fertile land, the days are quiet and slow, the sunset and the sunrise, carefully and carefully, step by step, walking every step of their lives.
On the side of the vineyard road, stone tablets inscribed with ancient religious stories, all the way to the colorful chapel at the top of the hill. Under each stone stele, flowers and plants are open spiritually. My friend told me that during the autumn festival, the locals would hold torches in the evening, put on costumes, and sing and dance to the hilltop church to celebrate the harvest.
Take a closer look at the grape racks that roam the mountains, neatly packed, and look at all this, which cannot but make people feel a lot of emotions. German peasants cultivate the land, and they are as serious and down-to-earth as they are building cars.
When my good friend had been murmuring the ancient story of the vineyard, I unconsciously hallucinated in front of my eyes, as if my dear mother had come to me from heaven, and her stooped body and swaying steps from side to side took me back to my childhood in Qiqihar, Heilongjiang.
On those snowy nights, in front of the door of those dark, flat-roofed small brick houses, I was only three or four years old, standing under an old locust tree for a long time, waiting for my mother to get off work from the factory, hungry, and my hands and feet were frozen.
Suddenly my mother appeared at the end of the road, I stepped on my frozen little feet, shouted at my mother to run to her, she held me in her arms, cold little hands, tightly clutched in her warm and rough palms, the feeling of happiness in my young heart, remained in the depths of my heart, for a lifetime.
When we were young, our family was poor, and we almost starved to death during the Great Famine of the sixties. In autumn and winter, my mother took us to the surrounding farmland to dig vegetable roots, and in the spring, I abducted elm leaves, fried tofu residue, ate sugar residue, and ate everything.
Influenced by his parents when he was a child, he had a hazy and simple religious color in his bones. Parents came from the countryside, and spent years in the countryside, hiding deep roots of the ancient culture of the East. The generation of our parents shines with the light of simplicity and kindness in their hearts, and it also covers our lives.
My father didn't know a few big characters, but in my memory, he sat at the right place at the dinner table, drank a small cup of white wine, squinted his eyes, and repeatedly chanted in Shandong dialect: "Everything is of the next product, but the reading is high; Benevolence, righteousness, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom, faith... ”
The chapel on the top of the hill was so quiet that I could sit quietly on a wooden chair and think about it, and the twilight slowly enveloped everything around me, and the flocks of birds flew by, and the little squirrels also perched quietly in the tree holes, and the sky and the earth were peaceful and quiet.
The top of the chapel is covered with indigo, pearl white, and green tiles, and the cross above, which flashes in the skylight; The bells of the Night Mass ring bells and ring, and the long bells reverberate endlessly between the valleys.
The moment he pushed open the heavy wooden door of the church and crossed the high threshold, he suddenly remembered the story of Xiang Lin's sister-in-law written by Lu Xun. The poor woman who had donated countless thresholds to God.
Not only did the wolf take away her only son, she told her tragedy endlessly, which became a classic for future generations. To the old beggar for a living, white hair fluttering, holding a large wooden stick in his hand, one head fell in the snow of the night.
And I, so happy to live, at the feet of the Virgin Mary of Jesus, threw a German coin into a small wooden box with a bang, picked up a small white wax, lit the flame of happiness on the reality of others, folded my hands, and prayed for all my relatives and friends with the help of the God of the West...
2022.7.13 maomao