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Ju Yijun || the figs of his hometown

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Ju Yijun || the figs of his hometown

Figs from home

◎ Ju Yijun

A few days after the autumn, the figs in my hometown begin to ripen. In the market, in the middle of the red morning plum, the yellow golden ingot of the yang pear, the pink peach blossom of the volt apple, as long as you glimpse a small piece of emerald green, it is a fig. At this time, my mood was as excited as a long drought and nectar, a long rain to see the sun, and a long goodbye to return home. Because my favorite thing to eat is none other than figs.

I like figs not because of their soaring status because of their nutritional value and anti-cancer effect, nor because of its soft taste, sweet and incomparable flavor, but because of its poetic story.

Even if you're not a Christian, you'll know the story of Adam and Eve. When God created man, He did not give them the wisdom to distinguish between good and evil, beauty and ugliness, and shame. It was the serpent who seduced Eve so that Eve and Adam stole the fruit from the tree of wisdom together, and their eyes immediately lit up, and mankind had wisdom ever since.

But what you may not know is that the fruit that gives wisdom to man is said to be a fig.

Ju Yijun || the figs of his hometown

"Seemingly flowerless but flowered". The fig actually has flowers, but its flowers are the smallest in the world and are wrapped in a flower tray. It does not show off the brilliance of the flowers, does not attract bees to fly butterflies. Like a ruthless but sentient cold-faced warrior, silently fighting with his sword in the distance.

"Ren'er East-West South-North Wind". Figs are super immune to their own immunity and never need to be medicated to kill insects. And it itself is an appetizing anti-drainage, treatment of sore throat, cough, vomiting blood and hemorrhoids, can reduce high blood pressure, delay aging, improve immunity, eliminate body fatigue, especially has obvious anti-cancer effect. Figs are also like the legendary reishi grass, igniting a vigorous fire of life for human beings.

When I came home from school as a child, the first thing I did was to climb up to the fig tree to find the ripe figs to eat. When you're done eating, you'll sit on the shady branches and fly freely on your wings. Often when my mother couldn't find me, my father would say that it must be on the fig tree.

As a teenager, his own graffiti poems had been written into a collection and circulated among his classmates. That year, my poetry collection was stolen and handed over to the teacher, who originally wanted to play one of my books, because I was suspected of "petty bourgeoisie". As a result, once at the school-wide assembly, the secretary praised that some students studied seriously and had the world in mind, and then read one of my poems that now seem very childish, to the effect that:

I stood on the top of a high fig tree, trying to follow the eagle's trail to the cape sky. The steep mountains were like barriers, and wisps of cooking smoke obscured my eyes.

I opened the fourth page of People's Daily, and the world's storm clouds were in front of me. Knowledge polished my eyes, and I understood how to stand tall and look far...

That is to say, this poem carries a bit of the so-called lofty ambition of the world, and the others do not exclude the "petty bourgeois mood".

Ju Yijun || the figs of his hometown

Maybe the school thinks I'm still a material to be made, and deliberately ignores the "others". Later, before I was seventeen years old, I was retained as a Chinese teacher, and I took the first step in my life without any twists and turns. I wonder if this is a credit to the figs?

The autumn figs are set off by the canopy, emitting a jasper-like luster, cracks like light smiles are marks of ripeness, and a little vermilion in the center resembles the cherry lips of a very young girl. May it, which once gave wisdom to mankind, with its fullness, subtlety, perfection and wisdom, wipe away the clouds of every pair of eyes and nourish every long-stenched and withered heart.

(Editor: Gao Yiping)

(Image of this article is provided by the author)

Ju Yijun || the figs of his hometown

About the Author

Ju Yijun, female, is a civil servant of the Yantai Municipal Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. He is a member of Shandong Prose Literature Association and Yantai Prose Literature Society. He is now retired.

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