I looked down under the tree. The peach really fell all over the floor. Some are rotten, some have been pecked by birds, and some look fresh. It must not have fallen at the same time. Although their "sisters" have left the branches one after another, their fate is the same, and they have not escaped the fate of rotting all over. I looked at the peaches on the ground and around my yard. There are some weeds growing at the root of the wall. Because of the heavy rain just now, weeds grow very luxuriantly. There is also a wild amaranth with fresh leaves, which seems to tell me its difficulties. No one came to dig it for cooking. The dropper under the eaves washed the land into several deep pits, which clearly showed the traces of heavy rain. Walking on the ground in the yard is soft, leaving a few clear footprints. Although it is not concrete, I feel that the land at home is very kind, comfortable and grounded. In the small town where I live, there are asphalt roads everywhere, and the ground behind the building is a mirror-like cement road, but I feel awkward and stiff, probably because I was born and raised in the countryside!
Next, I will continue to write my peaches with my bad handwriting. Rural people often say: peach three, apricot four, pear five years, persimmon tree is an iron orchard. It means that among many fruit trees, peach trees bear fruit earliest, and peach trees can bear rich fruits after three years of planting. This peach tree in my family was planted by my father himself. It has been five years since then. Every time I go back to my hometown, I will stand in the yard and look at this peach tree planted by my father. I remember the year when it first bloomed. I looked at the delicate pink peach blossoms, and on a whim, I took a pen and wrote a poem: The yard in front of the village is my home, and the peach trees are full of flowers. The bees thought the farmer was not poor, so they rushed to my house. Later, I saved this little poem in the computer. When I was homesick, I turned on the computer and read this little poem several times. After that, my mind was just like what I wrote in my poem: there was a peach blossom in the yard in front of the village. When I think of peach blossom, I think of peach tree. When I think of peach tree, I think of my old father, because this peach tree was born with the meticulous care of his old man. I remember my father told me a few years ago that this peach tree in our family is not an ordinary tree, and such a tree species is very rare. Father said, "This is a peach. I asked Zong Yaoge for it in Beizhuang. Do you know how many people went to his house to buy a peach sapling, but he refused to sell it, leaving us only this peach sapling. Peaches that grow on this peach tree will not stick to stones. Unlike some new varieties grafted in Taoyuan. This peach looks like a peach. In addition, this peach tree has another advantage, it won't give birth to boring bugs. There are only two kinds of local fruit trees that can resist the harm of pests: one is the plum tree grafted with peach trees; The other one is this peach tree with a whip planted in our family. "
I'm listening to what my father told me. I don't believe it at all. I thought peaches were not bug-free. Is the peach tree so magical? There won't be anything special to worry about, my father said. I listened absently. Because I was not interested in what he said, I didn't ask why this peach tree was called a whip peach and why there were no bugs. Anyway, I have never seen such a peach tree; I have only seen the scene of spraying pesticides on peach trees in Taoyuan. The managers were dressed neatly and sprayed diluted pesticides on the trees. Insecticide dripped from peach leaves, and even insects hurt peaches. I always feel uneasy when I buy peaches, and I always wash and wash them when I go home.
Now, my father's "prophecy" has really come true for me. Regardless of fatigue, I ran all the way to the peach tree. I reached out and picked a ripe peach. Careful observation shows that this peach is really not harmed by insects. The sweet smell and deep red mouth instantly touched my taste buds. I broke the peach with my hand. It has two petals. The purple peach stone and peach are really separated. Oh! This peach really doesn't stick to the core. I tasted the first peach in my yard excitedly. It's really unusual, and it's really-sparse, full of sweet juice.
The wife said: clean up the peaches on the ground quickly. Tomorrow is guest time. Sister, it's time to come My wife and I began to get busy. She is holding a broom. Whoo! Whoo! Putting all the leaves in the whole yard together, I started to pick up a shovel and pile peaches on the ground. Later, I found a big crescent basin. Let's put the leaves and rotten peaches into a big pot and send them to the trash can outside the door. My wife and I carried several pots of peach leaves in succession. I finished my work, washed my face, took a small chopping board and sat in the middle of the yard. I looked at the small yard that we cleaned, and then at the crooked peach trees covered with peaches. No one picked peaches to eat. Only a few chafers are licking ripe peaches with their tails pursed, and they don't care about me as a master. The other one has got into the middle of the peach. When my father was alive, he cleaned my yard so clean that I couldn't even see a leaf, and I couldn't see any garbage on the road outside. He is a clean person and will take the initiative to clean up untidy places. If my father were still here, my yard would never be so messy and peaches would not fall all over the floor. With his generosity, he has already distributed this peach to neighbors and passers-by one by one. How does scarab enjoy food here? When my mother is around, I often say, "Your father can't have anything in his hand. If he doesn't give anything to others, he can't sleep. When he is a cadre, he can send newspapers to members from door to door, but he can't find a sincere person like him. " That's right, my dad is like this: he is generous and honest with others, and the official is in the dark ... I looked at the peach tree sadly and thought of my father, and silent tears rolled down my cheeks. A long-billed blackbird suddenly landed on a peach tree. It looked at me in surprise through the mottled peach leaves, as if I were an unexpected guest. At this moment, the son suddenly said, "Dad! Give you a towel to wipe. The second son went home with us. When the bird heard someone talking, it flapped its wings and flew away.
The next day, my elder sister and I went to my father's grave, put all kinds of tributes on his grave gently, and specially presented him with a dish of freshly picked peaches. I lit a knife to burn paper, and my tears could no longer be controlled. I cried and silently said to his old man's house, "Dad! You once told me that the peach trees in our family are whip peaches, and they don't have worms. I didn't believe it then, but now I know you are right. No matter how much money you spend now, you can't find such green fruit in the city. Last year, the peaches in our family were the first year's fruit, and then they all fell out. You said it's normal not to have a result in the first year, but there will be a result in the second year. The branches are really bent by peaches this year, Dad! If your life can be extended for three months, you can eat your own peaches, and you can fight death on your deathbed for three years. Why can't you give me another three months to wait on you for a while? "
Dad! Who will love us when your father is gone? Who cares about us! On holidays, the intersection behind our village is where you hang out on time. Once you squatted on the concrete slab at the intersection behind the village and waited for me until dark. Finally, I waited for me. I hold your cold hand and ask if it's cold. You smiled and said, "It's not cold! Picking up my son here is never afraid of the cold. " I'll never see you looking at me blindfolded again. It makes me particularly uncomfortable to think of our empty home. I will burst into tears when I think of that peach tree and those peaches that fell to the ground without management. ......