Mulberries usually mature in early summer, and we seven or eight-year-old children drop our schoolbags and run under the mulberry trees every afternoon after school. Mature mulberries fell all over the floor, and we didn't care about the rest. We picked up the mulberries on the ground and ate them. When we bite them, they are full of juice.
The red one tastes sour and sweet, and the purple one is the sweetest without any sour taste. Although there are many mulberries on the ground, there are few fresh ones. We turned our attention to the purple mulberries covered with branches on the tree.
Because mulberry trees are very tall, we dare not climb them rashly for safety reasons. Just find a longer bamboo pole and hit the branches hard. Or pick up the bricks on the ground and throw them on the tree, and the fallen mulberries will be enough for us to eat.
When I was a child, I had little chance to eat bananas, apples and oranges, which now seem very common. Cucumber and tomato in the garden are the main sources of our snacks. The difference is that mulberries are sweet and delicious, and are deeply loved by children. Therefore, when the mulberry is mature, it is time for our children to feast their eyes. Every time I go home full, my mouth is dyed purple, and adults know that we have eaten mulberries without asking why.
When I was a child, Mulberry had a sense of the times. These mulberry trees, which gave us good memories, were also cut down with the construction of new countryside, and the shadows of those years disappeared, so my fate with mulberry trees ended.
The taste of childhood is inseparable from mulberries. The sour and sweet taste provides us with delicious snacks when the material is scarce, bearing the happiness of our childhood and becoming an unforgettable memory.
The mulberries sold in the supermarket look big and purple, and they should feel ripe. But when I picked one up and put it in my mouth, it tasted a little hard and sour, not as delicious as the wild mulberry when I was a child.
I realized that the memory of Mulberry can only stay on the mulberry tree behind the old house more than ten years ago. This is the sweetest mulberry I have ever eaten.