I drove back to my hometown on Qingming Festival and found that the youth road leading to my hometown had become flat and wide, and the trees growing on the side of the road were gone. Brother said that in order to widen the road, some trees were removed, and some were cut down.
The trees that are closely related to my childhood come alive in my mind.
The children in the countryside can climb trees, and they are flexible and energetic, like monkeys. As soon as the spring silkworm hatches, the family is busy, picking mulberry, chopping it, and evenly sprinkling it on the silkworm baby;After the silkworm baby sleeps three times, it is necessary to put the mulberry at a high frequency, which has to climb to the high place of the mulberry tree in front of the house and behind the house to pick mulberry. My brothers and I were all masters of climbing trees, and I held the tree with both arms, and my feet kept pushing upward, and with a hard push on my waist, I was in the dense mulberry leaves in a short time. With a snakeskin pouch hanging behind me, I grabbed the full-flied branch with my left hand, wiped it from the root to the end with my right hand, took off a thick handful, and stuffed it into my pocket, and soon there were bare branches around me. If you can't reach it, you can use a hook to pull it, and the mulberry strip has good flexibility, and it will not break without brute force. If you raise summer silkworms, you can eat mulberries. Ripe mulberries are as big as small fruits fried with wheat flour. After picking the mulberry leaves, I sat among the branches and looked for the ripe mulberries. The red and purple mulberries are ripe, and the sweet taste seems to be honeyThe red ones are not black, they are not fully ripe, and the sweetness is sour;Those that are not red and unripe cannot be eaten. By the time my mouth turned red, my stomach was filled with a lot.
At that time, eating ripe mulberries was a reward and reward for our hungry children. Mulberries only ripen in the summer, and there are no mulberries to pick in other seasons, and they don't taste sweet;And in autumn, we will find edible fruits on other trees.
Entering the second grade. Once, the teacher took us to her yard for a lesson. I ran to the back of her house between classes and found a tree near the water's edge full of fruit. The fruit was the size of a glass ball, red, orange, and orange, and a bunch of them. I looked around to see if there was anyone, so I climbed up, picked one and put it in my mouth, chewed, sour, glutinous, and sweet, and the innermost layer was a small core. The smell is unbearable. This fruit is edible. After the next class, I took a group of classmates under the tree. Picking a handful of fruits from the tree and throwing them at them, the classmates rushed to grab them, and the excitement attracted the beautiful female teacher. She said, "This fruit is called hawthorn, and you can't eat it until it's ripe, and you can't eat too much, for if you eat too much, your teeth will be ruined." I thought to myself, the teacher is distressed about the fruit and doesn't want to give it to us, so she wants to keep it for herself. Years later, I realized that what the teacher said was right. Hawthorn is an acidic fruit that is corrosive. For those of us with long teeth, it's really not to eat too much.
In the spring, we don't have to climb trees to eat peaches. Peach trees are common in our area, but my parents never planted peach trees, and they had to ask for food. If people don't give it, I'm not welcome, and I will take extreme measures. That night, it was pitch black and I passed by my neighbor's house with a flashlight. The neighbor has two peach trees. During the day I observed that there were big, ripe peaches on the trees, and if I hit them with a stick, they would fall and I would eat sweet and crunchy peaches. Now is the time to do it. I held my breath, extinguished the flashlight, snorted, moved the broken steps, gently pushed open the fence gate, the cat went under the peach tree, I shone the flashlight on the tree, and saw the peach called **salivation. I had just put the stick up with my right hand when the door of the neighbor's house creaked and someone opened the door!I was so frightened that I turned off the flashlight and lay on the ground. Maybe it was a little far away, and the person who opened the door didn't notice me, and went straight to the back of the house. Taking advantage of this, I jumped up like a spring and ran to the road, and quickly ran home. I gasped for air, but there was no sound behind me, and I gradually calmed down my pounding heart. This is the first time I stole something, and I didn't steal it, and the big soul was so scared that I lost two and a half pounds.
The first time I stole in my life ended in failure, fortunately failed, and if the theft succeeded, I don't know how many times there would be, then my life path might have been different.
We also had the experience of digging birds' nests in trees. At that time, there were so many birds from nowhere, such as small swallows making nests under the eaves, magpies nesting among tree branches, and Zhang chickens nesting in the fields, and so on. Among the tree branches, magpies are the majority. Magpies like to make nests on the big-leaved poplars, which are thick and tall. They choose to nest between branches of three or four branches. The magpie was busy, and after three or four months, the nest was built;Then it's time to hatch the birds, and the magpies stay in their nests all day. One day, someone came up with an idea and said, "There is a little magpie in the magpie's nest, who dares to go up and take out the next one?".Let's raise it. Xu Er was stunned when he heard this, and climbed up the tree without hesitation. In my eyes, Xu Er was stunned and stupid. He quickly jumped halfway up the tree, the tree shook a little, everyone didn't think it was dangerous, Xu Er was stunned and became small in my eyes. A magpie chirps overhead, back and forth, and appears fidgety. At this moment, Xu Er's stunned mother passed by, she saw Er's stunned man climb so high, and shouted at him: "Come down, the magpie's nest can't be pulled, as soon as you dig it, your life's good luck will be gone, come down!.""The magpie is black and white, it's nice to see. We have it here as a symbol of good fortune. Wherever it calls on the tree in front of the door, there will be a happy event. Xu Er was stunned and slid down reluctantly in the midst of his fucking screams. As soon as he landed, his mother dragged him home. We believe the fuck, magpies are auspicious birds that bring good luck to people, and no one takes out the magpie's nest again. Later, Xu Er's big head was really enlightened, and he was not "stunned" at all, and his academic Xi and grades were very good, and he was finally admitted to university and worked in other places. This may be secretly helped by magpies.
In the summer, we use thin wicker to bend the bamboo pole in a circle and roll a spider web around it to catch it. Seeing the trees singing, he was tired and stopped at a height of more than a zhang, and remained motionless. We held our breath, the cobwebs slowly approached, and when the distance was very close, we suddenly shone the cobwebs on Zhizhi's body, and the cobwebs were very sticky, sticking to Zhizhi's wings, no matter how Zhizhi moved, it couldn't break free. We quickly flattened the bamboo pole, a little friend grabbed the other end of the bamboo pole with his left hand, pinched the two ribs under the wings with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, carefully took off the wings, and quickly tore off the wings and stuffed it into the bottle. Knowing that it is crying out for heaven and earth in a bottle, we don't care how it begs for mercy and struggles, and opens our eyes wide to find the next target. One afternoon we caught a lot of knowledge and took it home to feed the chickens. Chickens never refuse such a large meal, and the pecking speed is quite amazing. I knew that I had no wings, I couldn't fly, and after a few steps, I was pecked into my mouth by the chickens. In a moment, the ashes were gone. The chickens were clucking and I guess they were happier than I was. They rewarded me with egg after egg.
We play *** games and sometimes climb trees to hide. If it's daytime, it's easy to spot, but at night, it's dark and leafy, and it's hard to find it. That night, I hid in a tree in the bamboo garden. My friends searched and searched, and searched again and again, scurrying under the trees, but they couldn't find me. They were in a hurry, desperately calling my name, and finally they ran away in frustration, and I waited for a long time and they didn't come back, so I had to go home alone.
All of these remain in my memory as the years go by, and I still feel dear to them now.
Those trees that I grew up in my memory have given deliciousness, given me happiness, quenched cravings, shaded the shade, some have grown into timber, become pillars, some have become firewood, and turned into nothingness, but they are still swaying densely in the long river of my memory, dotted with my full childhood.
They grow in my years, they don't grow old, they don't wither, they don't wither.