Love under the apple tree
Text/Guo Xiaofan
Many fading memories are always awakened at some point. Since coming to the big garden of prose in Jiaodong Prose, reading the works of different literary friends with different styles, and following the author's brushstrokes to walk between the strange texts, the fresh and elegant places are calm and joyful. Many memories come together. Read Teacher Jiang Hongfen's "Essays on cherry blossom garden", feel that she condensed the warmth of family affection in the bitter years, harvested the abundance of soul, and stimulated the beauty of words. The door of my memory was unconsciously opened, a vigorous apple tree was clear in my mind as yesterday, and the small mud hut under the apple tree, and the Yunyun family who fled and lived here.
The memory is fixed on that May day, in the vegetable garden of our village, there is an old apple tree with plump branches, this apple tree has been flourishing for more than twenty years, and with the process of rural reform, it has also been uprooted, but it carries the joy and laughter of my childhood. The poetry of the apple blossoms in May is full of poetry, and the white flowers stretch out with slightly red petals, like a small trumpet, graceful and colorful, and the scattered unopened buds are permeated with elegant pink, and the aroma is fragrant, making people linger. Under the apple tree, our laughter is recorded. Because of the flood in her hometown juancheng, Yunyun followed her father and mother, and a younger brother who was more than three years old, and pulled a row of cars all the way to Heze. After arriving in our Village of Sangtun, my grandfather and the old village chief of the village saw that they were pitiful, so they settled down in the village and placed them in a small mud house in the vegetable garden, which was originally prepared for the gardeners. Since they moved in, we have been much less noisy, and we still come here to play every day after eating, but it is much quieter, because the beautiful Yunyun is a fairy in our hearts. Not only did she have crooked crescent-like eyebrows, but she also had a pair of big water spirit eyes, and more importantly, she could also sing, and her father pulled the erhu to accompany her, and the sound was even better than the lark singing, and I often sat in my grandfather's arms and listened to the beautiful babbling, and my grandfather held up a dry cigarette bag to spew clouds and spit mist.
Yunyun was usually quiet, she was only 15 years old that year, but she looked like an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girl, with long black hair like a waterfall, and the men and women of the village liked her. She doesn't like to talk, and she rarely laughs out loud, unlike us crazy and unlikable, she is too quiet, only when singing, she will bloom her face and voice, sing to the emotional place, and Yingying tears. The eldest aunts and aunts were red-eyed by her singing, and the mother said that she was a poor child, and she took out the embroidered shoes that she usually hid in the shoe cabinet and was reluctant to let me wear them, and the aunt's flower gowns were given to her. The hospitable villagers often brought out their own food to their families, and her father was very reluctant to go, and no longer collected money for singing, but worked with the men in the village to do farm work. Since then, the yunyun family of four has ended the wandering life and started the farming life, and occasionally sings to the villagers when the farmers are idle.
The flowers on the apple tree gradually withered, and in July, the fruit began to be hung, and the second grandfather of the garden carried a medicine bucket to spray the apple tree to prevent insect pests. We sat on the mound, looking at the apple tree in a daze, thinking about when the apple would grow up and when we would be able to eat the sweet and fragrant fruit. Only Yunyun is not as foolish as we are. Every day at dawn, she took the broom to clean the front and back of the house, cleaned up the apple leaves and the fruit that fell to the ground, cleaned up the weeds around the tree without a hair, and then carried a large basin of clothes and sheets next to the pressurized water well under the tree, one by one carefully cleaned, we still stupidly watched the soap foam as she rubbed back and forth, and occasionally a two scattered bubbles flew with the wind, arousing a shout of excitement, and our noise seemed to have nothing to do with her forever, and she still did not rush to wash.
The weather gradually became cooler, we all changed into autumn clothes, and the apples gradually became red. One by one, our group of gluttonous cats ran over more diligently, scrambling to offer their hospitality in front of the second grandfather, of course, for the sake of the apples high on the tree. The second grandfather looked at us kindly, picked the ripe apples, and each of them divided into two, and the taste was so sweet! When we were feasting, Yunyun always hid in the house, and every time the second grandfather forced it on her, "Eat It, the fruit on this old tree is very sweet!" ”............
As the days passed, it was a long winter, and we were wearing thick cotton coats. One by one, like hibernating frogs, lazily do not want to come out and jump, only come out when the snow is flying, tired and exhausted, sweat and snow intertwined with white gas steaming in the back of our heads, paralyzed we began to feel cold.
Qiao Er suddenly said to go and see Yunyun, so a group of small savages went straight to the earthen house under the apple tree. The dry tree has no shade of green, no reddish white, and of course no sweet red. Yunyun still quietly broomed the snow, and the front and back of the house were clean. She bowed her head and her eyes were red, and we were shocked that the atmosphere did not dare to come out. Don't know what happened. But the careful little friend found that Yunyun shoes had a small white plus sign on them. Listening to the second grandfather, her brother was sick and died. We listened to the tongue and did not know how to comfort Yunyun.
The apple trees alternately blossom and bear fruit, and in the blink of an eye, Yunyun is 18 years old, this year they are ready to return to their hometown, and her father has promised to let Yunyun stay alone, ready to let her marry the second middle son in the west of the village, we are very surprised to hear. Because this is a bare stick who is more than twenty years older than her, looks a little ugly, her parents are dead, and she keeps a solid family business, but she is quite honest. It's a pity that Yunyun is really like a flower. Later, her parents really left, and later, erzhongzi finally did not marry her, but sent her back to her hometown unscathed. Some people say that the second neutron is stupid, some people say that he is enough grandfathers, and some people say that he is a toad who really does not dare to eat swan meat. Anyway, there was everything to say. He just smiled sheepishly.
In the third year of Yunyun's departure, the second neutron also became a family, and another year said that the village should be reformed, the apple tree should be cut down, and of course, the earthen house would disappear with it. Many memories of under the apple tree have also become blurred over time. When I remember it again, I am still as kind as ever.
Life always has to go through some tribulations, it will be more flavorful, the four seasons alternate, the warmth hidden in the depths of the years, enough to dissolve all suffering. Recalling the story about the apple tree again, and the fleeing woman Yunyun who existed beautifully under the apple tree, it transformed into a kind of artistic conception, brewing a kind of good thought between the words, moisturizing the sweetness in the fireworks of the world!
Transferred from Jiaodong Essay Annual Selection, New Media Essay Annual Essay
Guo Xiaofan, who used the pen names Su Xin and Fan Ying, a native of Heze City, Shandong Province, is now a teacher at Nanyuan Primary School in Mudan District, Heze City, a member of the Shandong Provincial Essay Literature Association, a member of the Heze Calligraphers Association, a member of the Peony District Poetry Association, a member of the Peony District Writers Association, and an outstanding correspondent of the Education System of Peony District. His works have been published in shandong education, workers' world, Shandong poetry, Qilu literature, modern poetry aesthetics, "north and south writers" and other periodicals, as well as china poetry network, red sleeve literature, spring wind 100,000 miles literature, ancient and modern poetry world, fengyasong literature museum, taoli culture media, Chinese literature and other micro-journals. Poetic view: Poetic life, beauty begins with operating happiness.
Editor: Ma Xuemin
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