Green persimmons of that month (prose original)

The spring breeze brings a warm spring. I took off the cotton pants that were already scarred on my body, and they were all the trouble of drilling firewood and digging out the family finches. On each patch of the black coarse cotton coat of the body, there were traces of scolding, and a large patch would be replaced with two broom knots of pain. There is also a shadow of scolding on the sleeve of the jacket that is smeared with snot like a mirror.

Spring is a free sky, a brisk world. The children's footsteps also rose briskly.

The two old persimmon trees in the courtyard of the primary school sucked up enough moisture from the spring rain, and finally spit out their buds and spread their leaves, and there was no longer any cold, a piece of warmth.

When the class is over, the teacher will press some of the students outside, "row the ground as a prison", and only sit around the old persimmon tree to read, or read or recite. The duplex teaching department in the general rural primary school is like this.

The children who were thrown out of the classroom were very happy, and they were less restrained in the classroom. Just sat under the persimmon tree are seriously reading and reciting, and the sound of reading is clear and crisp to the distance.

The short text was not read three times, and the person who read the book became as if he had been hungry for three days, and became weak and weak.

The gentle sunlight prompts the old persimmon tree to continue to grow, the young shoots and green leaves are already leafy, and the roots of the leaves breed small persimmons. Maybe the persimmon tree has the natural ability to comb the fruit, and the small persimmon the size of the mother's belly begins to fall for a while. The little girls would pick them up and go home, string them with cotton thread like emerald necklaces, or share them with their little brothers and sisters.

The small persimmons in free fall fell on the children with thin skin and thin flesh, and they could only stroke themselves to reduce the feeling of pain. The dishonest Gazi did not study well on the side, but moved his crooked eyes, picked up a few small persimmons and threw them at his companions who were seriously studying, the intensity of the throwing would make people more painful, and the bass laugh behind him, knowing that he was being tricked, but he could not catch the "murderer" at the scene, so he had to cry and complain to the teacher. The case teacher who did not have a murderer also had no choice but to reprimand them all.

When it came to the day of Maikou, the weather was blazing hot. The ditch became the main activity place for children, and barefoot and bare-necked became the classic image of children in that era. Whatever they do, they will be associated with eating.

The persimmons on the trees grew about the size of stupid eggs, entered the eyes of the children, stole some green persimmons, buried in the mud of the ditch, and after ten days and eight days, they lost their green taste and became smooth fruits. This is called "cellar persimmon", and I don't know which "cellaring" method was handed down in which lifetime.

"Cellar persimmons" will use secret means to prevent them from being stolen by those "bad boys". Those "school bully" level senior Gazi did not bother to think about this, they seized the best position in the sun, and after the cellar was buried, they deliberately inserted a flagged branch. The elephant is showing off as a warning, and it is more like trying to scare others into "don't move me."

Sunday afternoon is the time for the "big family" to open the cellar, the children playing in the ditch are gathered around, very ritualistic "hum" a sound, did not look carefully to remove the branch, bent down and laboriously wounded by hand, the sweat beads on the head are as big as soybean grains rolled down, both hands are still full of black sludge, can not find the expected "treasure". I already knew that I had been stolen, my face was full of disappointment and helplessness, my cheeks were flushed with shame, and a circle of children laughed...

Autumn frost fell, the persimmon leaves that covered the sun in the clouds fell to the light, and a few ripe tomatoes still hung on the branches of the tall treetops, like small red lanterns under the blue clouds of the basket sky. Exhausted the means, or helpless, only the eyes of the gaze, the mouth of the ha lazi flowed out of the old elder...