Su Dongpo, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, said, "We must remember the good scenes of the year, especially when they are orange, yellow and green."
The oranges are ripe.
After work, I returned to my home in the mountains and followed my mother to the orchard at home. Facing the heavy fruits in the garden, an autumn wind brushed my face, gentle and refreshing, and I couldn't help thinking a lot. Time flies, time flies, and it's autumn. Autumn is a quiet season, and flowers wither. Autumn described by poets is sometimes bleak and sometimes joyful. I think, quiet is the main theme of autumn, but autumn is lively. I like to see the scenery in autumn, and I prefer the excitement and busyness in autumn, which is the harvest season.
On the one hand, the autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright and the autumn fruit is fragrant. On the one hand, the autumn wind is bleak and the autumn leaves fall. Is it joy? Is it separation? Is it melancholy? Facing autumn scenery, I think of a powerful poem by the great man Mao Zedong: "The annual autumn wind is not spring, but better than spring". I also thought of a helpless and lamentable sentence by Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty: "When are the spring flowers and the autumn moon?" How much do you know about the past? "After all, the thoughts of great men and mediocre monarchs are different. What we saw was a bigger storm, and the sea changed. What is lost is the old days, and what is exchanged is the fruitful results covered with branches. Chrysanthemums are in bloom, rice is yellow, oranges are ripe, and the earth is drunk. The memory before harvest is that the prosperous life has gone through a long summer, the vigorous life has withstood the test of flame, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, the river of missing is full of tides, and the door of season is full of meditation.
Looking at the golden oranges in my orchard, my thoughts began to fly: I remember that when I was a child, fruit trees, that is, ordinary plants, began to live with my growth and knowledge accumulation. Knowledge flashed in my mind: Citrus is a unique fruit product in China. I remember that the ancient book Gong Yu recorded that in the Xia Dynasty 4000 years ago, citrus was listed as a tribute. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, citrus production developed further. During the Tang and Song Dynasties, citrus was distributed in the same producing area of modern citrus in China, and people from all walks of life began to pay tribute to the imperial court. During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the citrus industry developed into the era of commodity production. In the Qing Dynasty, the book Nanfeng Customs Records recorded that in Nanfeng, Jiangxi and other places, the whole village "did not do farm work, but only planted oranges". As early as more than two thousand years ago, the patriotic poet Qu Yuan wrote the famous poem Ode to an Orange in his hometown. According to textual research, citrus originated in Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, went down the Yangtze River and spread to the south of Huaihe River. After long-term cultivation by the people of China, citrus has become a precious fruit of human beings. /kloc-In the 5th century, the Portuguese brought Chinese citrus to the Mediterranean coast for cultivation, then spread to Latin America and the United States, and then went to the world. Our oranges are not only sweet fruits, but also messengers of friendship. I get excited when I think about it. The people of China have made many great histories, and I am proud to be born in such a country. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)
Mother's clear voice interrupted my thoughts. I saw her standing under the fruit tree with tools, and her face washed by years looked a little dark and tired. That kind of pity and heartache for my mother suddenly welled up in my heart. I looked around, in the huge orchard, if I didn't accompany my mother, she would be the only lonely figure. I once discussed with him whether I could ask some help. She quickly shook her head and said, I can't afford it, I can't afford it. The daily salary is too expensive now. And even if help is invited, it will be some uncles and aunts in the village, because almost all the young people in the village have gone out now.
Yes, where are all the young people in the countryside now?
Some young people even have an aversion to this ancient land that has raised them for generations.
With thoughts, my mother and I walked into the world in the orchard.
When I saw the heavy fruit in the garden, I was extremely happy. I picked a citrus, opened it and put the pulp in my mouth. Wow, it's delicious! My mother looked at me intoxicated with satisfaction and happiness. She smiled, so brilliant and lovely.
My mother and I started picking oranges.
While picking, my mother also introduced me to the process of planting citrus and the growth law of citrus, as well as stories about citrus that I didn't know. Mom said that the flowering period of citrus trees is April-May, and the fruiting period is10-1February. The flower language of citrus is auspicious and prosperous. According to folklore, the origin of "citrus" is; There is an old medicine farmer on the East China Sea who often goes to the island to collect medicine to treat the people. One autumn, the old drug farmer drove a boat to an unknown island. When he was walking, he was suddenly attracted by a green tree in a distant valley. This tree is like a big umbrella, with layers of green leaves and little golden spots. It's autumn, and it's still full of vitality. He walked along the rugged rocks to the bottom of the valley and found that the tree was similar to the oranges planted in his family, and the branches were covered with small and many golden fruits. He picked a fruit and put it in his mouth. He felt that the juice was sweet and fragrant, and it was more delicious than oranges. The old farmer was very happy. He picked all the fruits from the tree and took them home. The news of the old medicine cash fruit spread in the village, and many people came to see the novelty. The old drug farmer warmly received and invited everyone to taste the fruit, but he dared not invite everyone to eat more. He doesn't know the characteristics of this fruit himself. A few days later, a miracle appeared. The children of two neighbors are sallow and emaciated. After eating the fruit, their faces turned rosy. The old farmer knows that this kind of fruit is not only delicious, but also a good medicine. Later, they planted golden fruits in their garden. Within a few years, the golden fruit trees in the garden are lush and fragrant. Eat golden fruit, all diseases are not born, prolong life. People regard it as auspicious fruit and call it orange fruit.
A green life, green hope, let my dream stay in the branches, stay in the field to watch, the wind cuts the fruit, knocks on the door of harvest, let me slowly enjoy the sweetness of life. Picking it, I suddenly felt some pain in my fingers. I found a blister on my middle finger, so I sat under the orange tree for a while and looked up at the orange tree in the garden. Suddenly, an orange fell from the tree and hit me right on the head. Picking up the orange that fell to the ground reminds me of Newton's story of "the apple fell to the ground". This is a story that many people know: Newton was enjoying the cool under an apple tree one evening. Suddenly, an apple fell from the tree and landed right in front of him. Newton thought it was strange. Why do apples fall to the ground instead of flying into the sky? He found that everything will inevitably fall down once it loses its support, and then he found that there is gravity between any two objects, and this gravity is inversely proportional to the square of the distance. Inspired by the "apple falling to the ground", Newton later discovered the law of "gravity" through concentrated thinking and research. It is no accident that he can achieve so many great achievements in science, which is the result of his good observation, thinking and diligent study. He likes reading since he was a child, and he is very diligent. When Newton was young, he paid great attention to observing natural phenomena and asked why everything was in his heart. Although Newton was a great scientist, he was never complacent. He said modestly: on the road of science, we are just children playing by the sea and accidentally picked up a beautiful stone. As for the sea of truth, I haven't found it yet! In fact, life is the same. As long as we are good at observing, thinking hard and working hard, we will gain something, succeed and have a small world of our own.
Looking at the orange in my hand, I tried my best to think about it, but my mind was still at a loss.
It seems that not everyone can be Newton.
With the joy of harvest, we have picked many oranges before we know it. In the orchard, my mother and I were talking and laughing while playing fruit, which made this golden, busy and fruitful world more vibrant.
In my memory, it was difficult to eat an orange when I was a child. Several orange trees were planted in front of my uncle's house near my school. Every autumn, in this harvest season, every time I pass by my uncle's house and look at the golden fruit, it always makes me linger. Occasionally, my uncle will pick some for me to eat. Because oranges are delicious, I often fantasize about how good it would be to have a big orange orchard at home. Nowadays, with the development of society, the progress of science, the introduction of the government's policy of benefiting farmers and the development of urban-rural integration, people's living standards have gradually improved. My childhood fantasy has now become a living reality, which is the reform and development of the times. I think there are still many beautiful things waiting for us to fight for, and we will have a better and happier future.
The ups and downs of life are like a garden full of golden oranges. Without the dormancy in the middle of winter, the germination in spring, the growth in summer and the impact of wind and frost, there would be no graceful figure in autumn. The aroma of citrus is filled with the impulse of smell, the joy of flying in the citrus garden, the chirping laughter and the cheerful wings have incited the rustling autumn wind.
In the solitary "Walking Alone", some children come and go with laughter. When they are absorbed, the wind blows orange leaves, and the fragrance lingers, followed by clear laughter. As a result, the lip angle rose slightly and everything was as quiet as a picture. I know that after the autumn harvest, winter, spring, summer, and then the autumn when the harvest is full, the cycle of the four seasons is a process of sowing hard, then seeing flowers bloom and then accumulating fruitful results. I am willing to walk through the snow with goodwill; I would like to live in a small castle, silent and happy, so that waiting is no longer waiting, imagination is no longer imagining, and all my hearts are in the ripe season of oranges, brilliant as flowers and light as water.