Peach fragrance of affection

The peach is dying, scorching its glory. This is a reflection of the peach blossoms in Full Bloom in May. Pink peach blossoms burn dust in the air like love, the whole world is full of pink petals, if you encounter a windy day, the sky is flying pink petals, dust can not hide this pink.

The apple blossoms are pale pink, the pear blossoms are white, and only the peach blossoms with nine points of charm and one point of charm have gently broken into the ignorant heart and knocked open the atrium of people's hearts. The apple blossoms are elegant, the pear blossoms are pure, and the peach blossoms show their charm to the fullest, as if this stage is the only one that exists.

The charm of the peach blossom makes it occupy the c position of the flower world, and at the same time shows all its beauty. Even more beautiful is a fine fluffy peach, the moment the peach blossom ends, the peach begins to appear on its stage, the almond-shaped peach grows after four months of maturity, the peach growth period sounds like a short, waiting for the ripe peach is a long time for me. Walk under the peach tree every day and carefully observe if there will be a miracle. When he waited quietly for a few months to see the miracle happen, the little squirrel had quietly tasted the early ripening peach with a hint of sweetness.

When I was a child, the peaches of the two peach trees in the family were not large, only the smallest peach tree, the peach was big and sweet, but every year I could not wait until it really matured, every summer I had to go out to go to a relative's house for a vacation, and when I returned, the peaches were ripe, there was no sweet that had just matured, only sweet juice. This has also become my little regret.

And there is a family in the village whose peaches are extremely ugly, but they are very sweet, this family calls their own peaches as knotty peaches, and if I can eat her peaches every year, I have no regrets.

Every July when I grew up, I had to buy some freshly ripe peaches to eat, and the sweetness and crispness of the peaches brought me more joy. I was happy with peaches all summer.

Before there was no online shopping, I thought that peaches only had crisp peaches in the north, and I didn't know the existence of peaches, white peaches and yellow peaches and winter peaches. Later, through the recommendation of friends, I bought peaches, white peaches, yellow peaches and winter peaches to taste, my favorite is still crisp peaches and winter peaches, crisp and sweet, not like peaches bite a mouthful of juice into the mouth, sweet taste tests the throat tolerance.

Every July, my friend will reserve a box of peaches from her own tree for me, and she says that you have different feelings for peaches, and we have a common feeling called obsession. It doesn't matter if it's an obsession with trees or an obsession with peaches.

Two years ago, I discovered an ugly peach growing in an orchard in the south, and I immediately contacted the seller to buy a box and come back to taste it. Peaches are not as ugly as they were when they were children, but the taste is crisp and sweet. This also seems to make up for the regret that I did not have ugly peaches in my family when I was a child.

Since online shopping, eating peaches is no longer a joy in July, but can be eaten from July until the end of November. The special thing about the winter peach is that the snow is fluttering and the cold is compelling, and it is still proud of the cold wind and ice.

One winter, my mother and I went to the supermarket, and the big lady who sold winter peaches in the snow was still standing at the entrance of the supermarket expecting the customers of the supermarket to buy her two baskets of winter peaches. The winter peach in the north has matured before it is dyed with a red halo, not like the winter peach in Yunnan, red and green, but the taste is better than the winter peach in the north. The relationship between regions, no matter how fast the logistics is, is not as fresh as the local area.

Every autumn, watching the leaves of the peach tree change from green to yellow, and then to the autumn wind overnight, the leaves fall in a hurry, and the peach tree also begins to enter a state of hibernation.

On snowy days, I often think of the big lady who sells winter peaches, her cracked fingers, her face stained with redness, her large but finely woven wooden basket, and a flat burden full of years.

The sweetness of life, the sweetness of peaches, the hard work of many people, the sweat in exchange for the slightest trace of sweetness in the heating room flowed into the atrium of the heart.