Yu Pingbo: Playing oranges

Text / Yu Pingbo

　　Tao An said: "Yue Zhongqing has no excess, and likes to eat square things", one of which is Tangqi honey orange. This kind of orange I used to eat when I was a child, and my grandmother was a Tangqi person. Oranges are called honey but not honey, and I don't like it because it's sweet like honey. Or in the Ming Dynasty, oranges were indeed sweet enough, or today in Tangqi to eat "tree head fresh", it is also too sweet to contain beard, but I have never tasted it. All I remember is that: the orange is as small as a child's fist, just in the small hand, the skin is extremely thin, the color is bright yellow, the shape is slightly flat, some even with small peduncles and one or two petals of green leaves, tender tendons, very much moisture, to the mouth has a soft and fresh taste. What I am not satisfied with is "not sweet", or because I like to eat sweet too much. When I was a child, the honey oranges I ate were all packed into baskets, and I ate them with my eyes outstretched, comparing the past of Hangzhou mentioned here, it was inevitable that it was a little strange, if I looked back to the past today, it was really like changing a world.

　　The owner of No. 3 Chengtou Lane, Mrs. Zhu, is probably also a person who likes to eat oranges, and there are seven or eight orange trees with more than ten trees. Its species is not a pond perch, but the so-called Huangyan also. Originally, it was the "Huangyan honey orange" that was common in Hangzhou. But according to K Jun, one of the oranges at No. 3 Chengtou Lane is Huangyan and the other is not, is it one or two, I can't remember and distinguish it, should I still be the quality of Old Mrs. Zhu?

　　Judging from the fact that the orange trees are planted in two places, K Jun's words are not completely unfounded. One was in the square patio facing our dining room. The rectangular patio is paved with stone slabs, lined with orange trees on the east wall, and surrounded by two terraces on the northeast side. The treetops are about the trunk on the platform, and we are touching it with our arms outstretched here. In this patio, I have also played sticks, kicked small leather balls, tug-of-war with bamboo poles, and chased yellow cats... Unfortunately, the play never left a trace, although there was an unspeakable confusion in my heart, although there was a certain degree of similar nostalgia in the hearts of several of them. Later visitors only saw the square stone patio, not to mention any soft dream marks!

　　The other is on the north corner of the garden pavilion, the stone edge of Taihu Mountain, it seems that there are not as many as the square patio, there is a row there, and there are only a few oranges here. The place is more remote, not as easy as the position on the other side, so the degree of fame is slightly reduced. However, our footprints are not rare at the edge of the pavilion, and we have tackled key problems in the middle of it, protecting Tang monks, playing water cannons, and throwing cabbage skins. It is said that the dishes that are prepared for pickles are particularly delicious one year, and they are all cabbage hearts, so what is the matter? But its skin is used as a weapon ear by us.

　　The oranges in these two places may not be Huangyan, and in today's Huangyan theory, I only remember Huangyan. To be honest, what is Huangyan is also a bit untrue, just a small orange. Little oranges, little oranges, and then a little orange.

　　The skin of Huangyan orange is quite strong, not as smooth and fluffy as tangqi, and it is even less like honey when eaten in the mouth. The girls and gentlemen who live with them are all a bit of a cricket, whether they are good or evil but just eat. I am not, although oranges are my favorite among the fruits, they are still inferior to them, and they are still not good. This is also a bit infuriating, but it is better to simply write my "playing oranges", as for what tastes to eat, I will not say! - Like I've never eaten an orange before.

　　When the late autumn is already miserable and not yet cold, the oranges in the trees gradually turn yellow. This half-yellow orange is a sign over there that reads, "Come and eat." We took the thin bamboo poles to beat the oranges, and looked up at the green shade of Therijo six for a while, and two or three of them had come down. Red, yellow, red and yellow, green, half green and half yellow, big, small, slightly round, very flat, with leaves, with handles, what not to bring, a fall is broken, fall and not broken, all have, all have, good times to eat, bad times to grab to eat, and then take to eat. Rob, grab from the ground, grab, grab from the hand, so eat orange and grab, grab the next thing. Sometimes I don't fight myself, and when I see that someone else suddenly has an orange in their hand, I walk over and say " I eat it without asking any reason!" "Divide him in half, and even a few of them are good, this is to beg for food." Speaking of energy, I have long forgotten the platform. Didn't it say that the small platform is dry and protected by orange leaves? However, who wants to eat oranges can reach out, it seems that when it is said that it is right to catch oranges, why should the husband fight? "But it's not". In any case, the oranges in the garden corners are always indispensable. Even in terms of square patios, there are only a few branches that can be harvested close to the trunk, which cannot be reached a little farther away, and the farther away the more they cannot reach. Moreover, the nearly dried oranges are always poor, and the reason is unknown. Probably someone "got the moon first near the water tower", and it is said that this is so.

　　There is a way to play oranges, light will not fall, heavy will be broken. Sometimes it is clear that it has been beaten down, but we do not know where it has landed, or it is still among the branches and leaves of the tree, so that we stretch our heads and hairy waists, looking for the upper and lower, although we feel troublesome, we can also laugh and enjoy. Wouldn't it be a little boring to raise a pole and strike a blow that would always fall right in the palm of your hand?

　　However, hitting with a pole is too inaccurate. Often it looks very clear that a red orange is not tall or short, but the rod is not, and it is still not, and the orange leaves will fall all over the ground for a while and then fall down. What falls down must be the tattered guy, and the expectations of our little red oranges are too far apart. I don't know who thinks of a good way, in the pole around a long lead wire circle, as long as you see accurately, pinch steadily, hold it in the next pull, to eat that orange will be allowed to have that orange to eat, from the heart's desire, according to the map and Soji, not to the pond fish, Zhang Guan Li dai. But pulling and eating, always coming down with branches and leaves, it is a bit unreasonable for orange trees.

　　With so much to eat, don't think that the oranges there have been eaten by a few of us. The birds and finches eat first, the laborers eat again, and when we come to catch and pull, it is already a cold soup. Therefore, extravagant words to delay the reader's efforts to save the country, I also feel that I am not very flattering, and my face is dull. But with all due respect, I would like to say that the past recorded here is only written for those who are related to it, and I do not want to have such good luck as to be caught in the ranks of revolutionary literature. If someone actually guessed the heart of The Dream from this lame text, and even felt that "this is also a bit of a taste", this is not to say that it is a gain "outside the meaning". What about it? Where is it in the Cape of the Sea? Just around the corner? Who knows!

　　To be honest, the short career before and after the orange is precisely the hot flashes of my youth and the intricacies of children's flavor, while the state of mind of childhood is vaguely swirling, but it is mixed with a sense of helplessness and desolation. But in this way, I have to solemnly and calmly give my broom a thousand gold love, even if the loneliness echoes in the world.

　　Pulling and pulling and eating oranges, unconsciously after two or three years, I myself ran around north and south, and I felt that I was living so fast, inexplicably fast. Not long after moving to the lake tower, the people of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, who had lived in peace for several years, began to hear the sound of cannons in the Huangdu Liu River. After we went to the house of no. 3 in Chengtou Lane, the owner of the house did not come again, listening to it empty and closed. The dozens of chess games of June 1 Spring and the several volumes of the Leifeng Pagoda not only gently and easily wiped out the remnants of summer, but even Qiu Rong gradually grew older. Only to hear that hangzhou has moved to Shanghai, the weather is getting colder, tourists are rare, and the lakes and mountains are sleepy. One day, I went into the city to pass by the old house, wandered in, and the old man who watched the door, who everyone called him "old lady", actually recognized me. The area around the main house has been blocked, only from the garden to step in, the pavilion is deserted, needless to say, only half a year apart has been a little strange. I also went up the stairs, turned the platform, and saw that the upper room in the south of the tall building opposite was where I had lived, and the windows were closed. At the moment, it feels strange, full of red oranges that are far away from the trees.