It was the season of mulberry ripeness again, on the way home from work, I saw someone eating mulberries in the woodland on the side of the road, the red mulberries crawled all over the branches, the man kept stuffing his mouth while picking, the juice stained his lips red, he naturally did not perceive, only cared about the joy of taste, without scruples about the strange eyes of passers-by, I think this is nothing to despise, but it is precisely this wild and simple dew, let me have a kind of relief, maybe I suppressed for a long time, I have long forgotten the early years of eating mulberries, and I regret that I can't put down my disguise like he did. My mind flew to the past, to the year from that to me.
I remember that there was an old forest in the northwest corner of the old house, and there were several piles of old graves in the old forest, and in the middle of the old grave grew a thick and large old mulberry tree. Old Sang silently guarded the old grave, and the old grave lay quietly under the old sang, not knowing how many years of ups and downs, nor how many warm stories were left behind, we could not tell, I remember, they have been attached to each other. Although this old forest has become a playground for my youth, my friends and I often shuttle inside, the dense forest has good shelter, the distance between trees is very close, the branches and leaves of tall trees meet in the air, covering the sun, under the forest is a variety of low shrubs and crazy weeds, leaving only a narrow passage into it. Friends often dig bird eggs in the dense forest, catch bee butterflies, catch knowledge, chase hares... And the most memorable thing is that there is a sweetness called mulberry in this almost fruitless forest, and its sweetness adds a lot of happiness and expectation to the poor teenager. Now I want to come to my mother's milk for a long time, and it is imprinted in my mind. In the middle of the old forest, there is a bright open space, where is the territory of the old mulberry, the coarse old mulberry has gone through the vicissitudes of the years, like an old man with rich connotations, standing there, silently waiting for people's closeness and cognition.
Whenever spring comes, Lao Sang begins to sprout back to green, and since then I have hoped that Lao Sang can bear the sweetness I hope for as soon as possible. It's like waiting for a beautiful encounter, whether it's eating, sleeping, playing... I was absent-minded, no one could guess where my mind lay, and I immersed myself in that sweet happiness, physically and mentally happy.
When I was young, I was poor, and I had never eaten anything delicious, and when I and the boys traveled the village streets, they were often hungry, and the belly of desire guided the searching eyes, we would not let go of every corner, but unfortunately it was difficult to find any delicious food behind the village front house full of thatched houses. We have eaten acacia flowers, the slight sweetness with a bitter green smell, can only be used to fill the hunger can not be used to relieve hunger; also ate wild coriander, directly pulled in the river brush clean, put into the mouth, the fragrant smell pervaded the entire throat, not nothing to eat; also ate garlic, the entrance crisp taste is a little sweet, but instantly by the spicy taste to block the appetite, eat a bite to wait for half a day to ease up; we have also eaten spicy radish, although the water is more, but also spicy ... Hungry belly has not been too much steady help. Only that beautiful nipple-like mulberry can penetrate my heart the most, sweet and beautiful, worthy of nostalgia.
When the beautiful mulberries are hung with branches, the old cemetery has become a gathering place for the flow of people, the big children and children have all run over, disturbing the purity of the ancestors in the grave, no one will worry that they will jump out of the scary, just to enjoy this excellent food, sometimes the adults also come to join in the fun, they are mirrors in their hearts, they can only make up some lies to round the field, saying that the children's yang qi is strong, can calm the ghosts, and also specially advise not to collapse to eat, even if they are taken away from the soul, they do not know it, as if they have a trouble, And we don't take it seriously.
Neighbor sister Xiangyu always throws a big braid, like a agile big monkey climbing up, she embraces the trunk with both arms, her legs tightly clamp the tree body, climbing upwards, she likes this feeling of being close to the old mulberry, likes to enjoy this embrace desire, the sun shines through the gap of the mulberry leaves on her red face, so beautiful, like a glimpse of the rainbow like a dream, imprinted in my mind, that kind of green love sinus the first opening of the hazy love like spring wind and rain moisturizing my dry heart, so that people can not let go for a long time. She always climbed to the tall branches, picked the most reddest branch to fold down, skimmed to me, I ate in the mouth sweet in the heart, sometimes I was worried about her, advised her not to climb too high, the branches are soft, easy to lose her hand and fall, but she never cared, still in the tree without scruples to naughtily climb the edge, and the little friends on the tree frolicked and frolicked, and often shouted my name, teasing me to go up, but unfortunately I was like a chick that has not yet come out of the nest does not dare to try the benefits of flying, only to envy their joy and freedom in the high places, You can eat mulberries at will and look out over the beautiful scenery outside the village. After she had eaten enough mulberries, she lay down in the bend of the tree and snoozed, like a sleeping beauty. When she had had enough and was tired of playing, she climbed down to meet me, and when we looked at each other again, we would be amused by each other's embarrassment, because our mouths were covered with purple mulberry juice, like a beard, and her face was whiter and more tender. I look forward to coming here every day, and when I fell into the spirit, I even reached the point where I couldn't eat or sleep, but I had no choice but to wait for the morning light to shine down. If a person's heart is loaded with beauty, he will have happiness and sweetness, no matter how time passes and how hard things are in the world, he will not weaken the heart of loving life.
Later, the mulberries were ripe, and the fall was all over the ground, and there were fewer and fewer friends who came to the old mulberries, and I would still come here every day, for the sake of the mulberries and also to see the side of Xiangyu. Sometimes Xiangyu will come, she will inevitably climb the tree to fold the mulberry branches for me, sometimes she will not come, my heart will be desolate, I can only pick up the fallen mulberries from the ground, and try to blow off the soil on the top before eating, but this sweetness is a little sour, but I will not complain because of this, where there is so much perfection in life, even if there is a short time. Until all the mulberries fell, even the magpie yellow orioles no longer cared, I would still be alone often, as if looking for some opportunity, alone, my heart would inevitably be cold and hairy, after all, I had to face the souls of a group of ancestors, but they would not hurt me, because the old mulberry stood there silently like a majestic old man, with fresh breath, beautiful heart and Zhengzheng waist, sheltering every kind and affectionate person.