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"Peaches for three years, apricots for five years, and I want to eat walnuts for eighteen years. ”
The saying in the countryside is that it is not easy to plant walnut trees, the walnut trees at that time are different from the present, and they will not bear fruit in ten or twenty years, which is also the reason why there are many peaches and apricots in the countryside in the past, and walnut trees are relatively rare.
I have a walnut tree in my house, a few hundred meters from my house. Climb over the ditch behind the house and pass through the cow house of the production team, behind which is the threshing field, and the tree grows on the east side of the wheat field. According to the old man, this piece of land originally belonged to my family, and later became the production team. (Want to see other beautiful essays written by the author of this article, Mr. Jia Fuli?, welcome to click the following link: Suppressed in my heart, I will tell you their story)
I don't know what year the walnut tree was planted. When I met her, she was in the prime of her life, and she was growing a lot taller and taller every year. The stump is the thickness of a purlin, and begins to fork at the height of a man, with one branch growing straight upwards and one branching northward.
Spring is coming, and the tender leaves slowly stretch out, and then they bear ears, and the trees are all over the place. Walnut ears boil tea, can clear heat and detoxify. The mother boiled water for us to drink, and there was a bitter fragrance. The ears fell, producing walnuts the size of soybean grains. In the fervent anticipation, in the smoky wind of spring and summer, in the warm sunshine, walnuts are growing, there are apricot kernels as big as ping-pong balls, and then to eggs as big as eggs, and the trees are all over the place.
A strong wind, a heavy rain, walnuts will fall a lot. I looked distressed, but my mother said, this is the wind and rain. If you don't remove the small fruits, the walnuts won't grow much.
To the east of my walnut tree, there is also a walnut tree, which belongs to the Rui family. The trunk is thick, the canopy is large, and the branches are also luxuriant, perhaps too old, and it bears little and small fruit. In contrast, I'm proud of my walnut tree.
I often ride on the branches of walnut trees to play and read children's books, spread mats under the trees, play chess with my friends, enjoy the cool air, and play. In the summer, I slept in the wheat field. Listen to the adults talk nonsense, look at the moon, count the stars. I was sleeping soundly, and suddenly it rained, and as long as the rain was not heavy, I pulled the mat under the walnut tree and continued to sleep. Walnut trees shelter from wind and rain.
When the wheat day arrived, the adults were busy and dizzy, and the children were also very busy. Gather wheat, turn over the field, load grain, and do everything. When they were tired, they all went to rest under the walnut tree and enjoyed the coolness.
It was the happiest time for the children, not only could they eat a few meals of white flour buns, but when the year was particularly good, they would also fry a sesame bucket of oil buns. The apricots are yellow, the peaches are ripe, and the melons are sweet.
Stealing apricots from the trees and touching melons on the ground is a show that friends never get tired of. At the same time, the friends also started the idea of walnuts.
"The wheat is on the field, and the walnuts are half a pulp. The walnuts looked like they had grown up, but the walnuts were still as clear as their noses. But the partners don't care about these, they always want to pick a few and smash them open to see what happens.
The task of looking at walnuts naturally fell on my shoulders. I was stuck under the walnut tree every day, but I didn't dare to slack off on this mission, and sometimes I didn't go home for lunch, so I asked my mother to bring me food.
When the tiger is still napping, his eyes are wrong, and those greedy friends will throw a few with stones and dirt. Smash it open to see and taste it, then throw it away. It me off, but I couldn't help it.
One day at noon, a few friends came to steal walnuts while I was home for dinner. It happened that the mother saw that the mother had just washed her hair, her hair was scattered, like a demon, chasing them like crazy, they were so frightened that they ran around and did not dare to harass them again for many days.
"The millet is on the tun, and the walnuts are sticked". Autumn has arrived, and the ripe walnuts are beaten down by sticks, and the green skin on the outside falls off, and one is smashed open, and the plump walnut kernels are fragrant and sweet.
Walnuts are divided into extra pulp and dough pulp. Some walnut trees grow walnuts with extra corns, and the walnut kernels are sandwiched inside, and it is difficult to pick them out;
Looking at the large pile of walnuts harvested, I was overjoyed. I've had snacks this year. My mother took out some walnuts and divided them into bags and let me send them to my friends. I pouted reluctantly, muttering that they were stealing our walnuts. The mother smiled gently and said, "Good things can't be enjoyed by one person. Aren't these little thieves all your fox friends and dog friends?" I had to listen to my mother and give them a bag by myself. My friends chewed walnuts and laughed around me. In the laughter, I became the king of children, and my anger has long since disappeared.
Suddenly, the "tail" began to be cut again. Shi Er, the commander of the militia battalion, shouted over a loudspeaker that he would cut down all the fruit trees. Shi'er's speech made the hearts of those who listened to it tremble. People know that the stone is the spear of the branch secretary, and the branch secretary never says or does anything that offends people. Shi'er is a ruthless man, tying people is his forte, he can tie people like zongzi.
The plum trees that had just hung fruit on the edge of the wheat field were cut down, as were a few apple trees growing in the vegetable garden. The few apricot and peach trees that were left in the village were gone.
My walnut tree is also not spared. When the cadres of the production team found home, their father did not say a word, and his face was pale. The mother muttered that a walnut tree had provoked someone. I cried and shouted, "I'm not going to cut my tree!"
On the day of the walnut tree, it was late spring, and the walnut with the size of the apricot kernel was full of trees. My father was so fierce that he didn't pay any attention to anyone, but he swung a sharp axe and cut off the branches one by one.
The leaves and fruits of the trees fell all over the ground, and the broken branches flowed like tears. Then my father dug a big hole in the root of the tree, and then cut off the roots, and the sound of the axe cutting the tree seemed to cut through my heart.
The walnut tree finally fell with a bang.
My walnut tree, my friend. I climb up and down to play, I climb up the treetops to look into the distance, I read a book and enjoy the shade. My walnuts, my wonderful food, my sweet yearning, my heart's longing, are never again, never again.
The branches of the walnut tree were burned, and the trunk of the walnut tree was dissolved into boards, and a table and a cupboard were made for my sister, and they were used as a dowry for marriage.
Decades have passed, and it is the tree I remember the most, a tree that I will never forget.
Jia Fuli, born in 1960, his ancestral home is Jia Village, Zhaizi, Hongchang Town, Yuzhou City, Henan Province, graduated from Luohe Normal School, and served as a high school Chinese teacher, deputy director of the Political Research Office of the Pingdingshan Municipal Party Committee, director of the Research Office of the Pingdingshan Municipal People's Congress, member of the Standing Committee of the Pingdingshan Municipal People's Congress, deputy to the National People's Congress, and director of the Agricultural and Industrial Committee.
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