Pomegranate garden
In Vondhan's garden, a pomegranate tree stands. Unlike the surrounding camphor, plain tree, red-leaved plum, and osmanthus trees, pomegranate trees bloom on hot days and are hung with red lanterns in autumn. Pomegranate seeds are sweet. People in the community pass by and will look up and think for a while.
Pomegranates were planted by Uncle Ma. Uncle Ma lives on the first floor, and there is a vacant lot in front of the south gate. A lawn was planted in the clearing. He planted pomegranate trees on this lawn, far away from the other trees.
The pomegranates in the treetops were ripe and cracked. It's time to take them off. Uncle Ma called the security guards, asked them for help, and hunted them down. It must have been a weekend, and the children gathered to play under the pomegranate tree. Pick three out of three, pick five out of five, break it for the child to taste. Little friend, you grab my fresh picture, uncle Ma is happy in it.
However, Uncle Ma is very particular. Regardless of the size of the pomegranate, Uncle Ma always asked the security guard to leave one on the tree. The security guard didn't ask why, he stayed. A fruit hangs from a tree and looks beautiful from a distance.
Uncle Ma looked at the only pomegranate left on the tree, as if there were a thousand words.
Uncle Ma lives alone, and his son buys a house. He rarely visited, coming and going in a hurry, like the wind. Uncle Ma usually tells people that it is not easy for a son to be a good son. The family has a difficult scripture to read, and no one asks much.
Count that Uncle Ma lived in the garden for ten years, and the pomegranate tree grew on the lawn of the garden for ten years. Ten years of trees, pomegranate trees have become a magnificent landscape.
Pomegranates bear fruit for many years, and when the tree grows tall, the pomegranates on the branches are difficult to pick. It also attracted a group of people to take photos with their mobile phones and send WeChat circles of friends, earning a lot of likes. Sometimes, the person taking the picture will also take a picture of Marjo, mostly inadvertently, Marchu smiled brightly.
I don't know what the reason is, it rained a lot in June and July this year, it has been raining, and it is very dark. The pomegranate first conceived a tree bud, and Uncle Ma rejoiced, thinking that it was another pomegranate year.
The rain kept falling, but the pomegranate flowers still bloomed, only for a short while, and soon fell in the rain. Uncle Ma's heart was like a knife, and the flowers on the tree fell to the ground. What a great hospitality!
Finally cleared. Uncle Ma saw a small pomegranate hanging from the tree and was secretly happy. Although it was less than in previous years, he could not count it. Every day, Uncle Ma sat under the tree carrying a chair and holding a stick, afraid that the birds would step on the pomegranate.
After not liking it for a few days, the pomegranates with hanging branches began to fall off, batch by batch. Uncle Ma wants to stop it, but what can he do to stop it?
Uncle Ma looked up, and his cat was uncomfortable.
Uncle Ma rarely called his son back. When my son entered the door, Uncle Ma covered his face and said, "The pomegranates have fallen off." The son asked Uncle Ma, "Why is that?" Uncle Ma said, "That's a big deal.
Uncle Ma took his son to the pomegranate tree and asked him to find the pomegranate on the tree. The pomegranate tree is high above, and only leaves remain on the branches of the branches covered with pomegranates. The son still had sharp eyes and exclaimed, "Daddy, there is one, there is one!" ”
Uncle Ma followed his son's instructions, and sure enough, he saw a pomegranate, Zhou, red like a smiley face.
In late autumn, the yellow-leaved pomegranate leaves of a tree have fallen out, leaving only a huge pomegranate, cracked and hung on the branches. The pomegranate trees are beautiful, and the fruits are dazzling, attracting many people to stop and watch.
It was snowing, and the pomegranate trees were covered with a layer of snow. Unique pomegranates also hang from high branches. A gray magpie stared at the red pomegranate seeds for a long time.
Uncle Ma was sick and was lying on the bed, the window facing the pomegranate tree, full of eyes. When the son saw the magpie, he waved his hand to catch it, but Uncle Ma raised his hard hand to stop it.
The grey magpie still flew away. Uncle Ma suddenly summoned up enough strength to shout, "Stone Pomegranate!" The sound drifted into the vast snow and wind in the wings of the magpie.
The son was in tears, and the father was shouting a man's name. My mother has been dead for twenty years and her name is Pomegranate...
The pomegranate in Feng Danyuan became a scene, but Uncle Ma was gone.
