The strawberries of my hometown are like spring fragrance
Author: Xu Wenchao
Strawberry, is a very attractive red fruit, belongs to the Rosaceae family, perennial herbaceous plant, the appearance is heart-shaped, delicious and red tender, the flesh is juicy, containing a strong fruit aroma, in the seventies of the last century, it was introduced to my hometown - three small villages in Guapo Town, Huaxian County.
In the tide of market economy, because of its high nutritional value, and rich in vitamin C, it has a variety of effects such as helping digestion, consolidating gums, refreshing breath, moisturizing the throat, etc., it is a rare fruit and is widely loved by people, and it has become a rare food on the table of people at the turn of spring and summer, and it is also a good gift for relatives and friends.
The hand of the god of spring once again dyed all the trees with a dense canopy. The turquoise leaves are shining with oil, and whether you look at it up close or from a distance, you can feel the vigorous vitality when it is everywhere!
I returned to my hometown in the infinite bright spring light.
Before I entered the village, the strawberry stalls on both sides of National Highway 310 in the south of my village had already caught my eye. Strawberry stalls are lined up on the side of the road, and the stalls are displayed along the road, and they look like a beautiful curved bow, and they are as dazzling as the beautiful dome presented when the edge of the magnificent moon meets the golden light.
Significantly different from previous years, this year every family has a sun umbrella. Perhaps it is because when buying sun umbrellas, the aesthetic taste of each family is not consistent, these sun umbrellas are like five-color oil paint dyed on the strawberry stalls, stretching the strawberry stalls into colorful colors. As far as the eye can see, it is red or green, yellow or white, full of variety, twists and turns.
Those aunts and brothers who are active next to the strawberry stall are like a beautiful and moving contemporary peasant style painting, portraying the simplicity and richness of the hometown, reflecting the changes and glory of the times. Because, active next to the strawberry stall, there are not only old people, but also young men, but also big daughters-in-law, little daughters-in-law, pretty girls, and handsome girls. Everyone can say and count, and they can say and buy, which is amazing and admirable.
When the car gently swept past them, it was as if they had read it again in front of the farmhouse scenery in the new era, reading brightness, reading kindness, reading admiration, and reading more feelings and pride. My fathers and fellow villagers, these peasants, who originally only worked the yellow earth, in order to survive and develop, follow the changes of the times, obey the orders of the market economy, and after a lot of hard work, they have already gone from pure farmers to the front-line of the economy!
When the buildings are rising, when the avenue of the hometown is no longer muddy, when the farmers who have faced the loess for thousands of years, and when my fathers and fellow villagers finally bravely stand on the starting line of modern life, you will feel that the strawberries in front of them, just like their healthy smiling faces, bloom with the sunshine of the new era.
In the spring of 2012, when every lane in my hometown was equipped with energy-saving street lights, and the old folks in my hometown could finally wander in every lane of my hometown like walking on a city avenue, I saw the friendly strawberries again and tasted the strawberry juice full of modern life.
The sweetness and heartiness of the strawberry juice, as well as the happiness and self-satisfaction that overflowed from the sweetness and heartiness, made my heart tremble. As if I had fallen into a happy dream, I dreamed that my hometown was resplendent and happy in the heart-shaped strawberry country, and I dreamed that my fathers and villagers were wearing delicious and red strawberry clothes singing and dancing happily, and they were intoxicated by the wonderful rich fruit fragrance.
When I suddenly woke up from this dream, I wished she was not just a dream, but a bright reality.
Friend, when you are like me, once again walking steadily from my hometown one by one, you will definitely be as convinced as I am that my dream will become a reality, and the reality is like a strawberry in my hand, always exuding bright spring light. You will also say from the bottom of your heart, like me: "Hometown strawberries are like spring fragrance!"
Original source: Huazhou Literature and Art
Original author: Xu Wenchao
Collation and editing: Huazhou Literature and History