For our rural children, the innocence and carefree of childhood is such a happy and unforgettable thing to recall. Whether it is in the busy interval of life, or when the heart is quiet, I often cause my thoughts to be innocent and splendid in my childhood, which suddenly makes me miss and miss it.
Inscription As the saying goes: Rely on the mountain to eat the mountain, rely on the water to eat the water. I think that makes a lot of sense. In my hometown, which is surrounded by mountains, I often climb mountains in my daily life, and I reap all kinds of happiness in the mountains with them as my companions.
Every time this season comes, I am reminded of the scene of going up to the mountain to pick oranges. The orange mentioned here is wild in the mountains, and I remember that when I was very young, it bore fruit.
This orange tree is large and has lush branches. Standing quietly in the mountains, there is no dispute with the world, obscurity. When the fruit blooms in spring, people pay attention to it, and in summer when the fruit grows, few people pay attention to it, and in autumn when the fruit is ripe, people think of it.
In autumn and winter, when the fruit is ripe, the area around the orange tree becomes lively, and people often come to pick oranges when they think about it. I think that the orange tree is also extremely happy at this time, after all, the fruits that I have worked hard to breed for more than half a year finally ushered in a bumper harvest, which brought joy to the villagers.
In my impression, the oranges of this orange tree are very sour, really very sour, and its sour taste is no less than that of lemons. But at that time, in that era of material scarcity, there were such all-natural free fruits, and everyone was very content. This orange tree has another characteristic, the oranges it bears are very beautiful in appearance and leveraged in appearance.
When the oranges are ripe, the green is yellow, the skin is smooth, and the fruit of the tree bends the branches, and it is heavy, as if smiling at people. Seeing such a tempting orange makes people salivate three times and have to love. But when you eat it, it's a different taste.
On weekends, we went to work in the mountains with our parents. Along the winding and rugged mountain road, walk wow, walk wow, walk wow, we saw the orange tree from a distance, and the golden oranges of the tree came into our eyes.
Mom said, "That orange is another bumper harvest this year!" We'll pick some later. I clapped my hands. The younger brother next to him said: "I don't want to eat, it's too sour, it's so sour, I can't bite when I eat, and my teeth are soft." Mom said, "It's okay, then you can't eat less." Pick some back and eat them when you want. ”
So, we came to the orange tree. At this time, I often run into neighbors in the village. So, we children played games and chatted under the trees, and the adults climbed the trees to pick oranges. In a short time they came down and picked a lot of oranges. We'd sit and eat the oranges while we pulled the homework, saw who had the tightest frowns, and laughed.
After tasting the oranges and pulling the homework, we are busy with our own work.
It's been a long time, but the sour taste of wild oranges still lingers on me. It is a part of our childhood and brings us good memories.
Is that wild orange tree still there?