It is another spring, and the plum tree at the door has sprouted new buds. The green spores welcome the arrival of spring with the coldness that has not completely dissipated. Not long after, the flower bones had bloomed, shining dazzlingly white, dancing with petals in the spring light. Oh, how beautiful!
Looking at the plum tree, I have too many emotions and memories.
That was one morning thirteen years ago. When I was seven years old, I was being naughty. Like other children of the same age, I "do all kinds of evil". The neighbor is an old man who was widowed very early. The man in the family went out to work, leaving a five or six-year-old granddaughter to take care of him. The old man is responsible for all the food, clothing, housing and transportation. I heard from grandma that the old man used to be a landlord, but later he became a poor landlord for some unknown reason. He was called a landlord, but he lived a life that was poorer than ordinary people. It is quite miserable to think about it. However, the old man is also optimistic and has been working hard on the land. Maybe it is because of his deep love for the land! I clearly remember that he owned a large orchard with peach and plum trees. Such a hard-working old man is respected by others. Not long ago, the old man planted several new plum saplings, which are full of vitality and are growing under the shade of the old trees. That morning I came to the garden, and while the neighbor's old man was still sleeping, I pulled up the newly planted plum tree and brought it home. I was very cautious along the way. I told my uncle that this was a wild tree that no one wanted. I didn’t dare to tell him that I had “stolen it”, otherwise my uncle would definitely give me a lesson. He often taught me that no matter how good other people’s things are, I can’t take them! But I did let him down this time, although he didn't know the truth. There was a tree, so my uncle and I dug a hole and planted the plum tree in the open space in front of the old house, watered it, and expected it to bear sweet plums. I was a greedy little cat at that time and wanted to eat everything.
Time flies, two years have passed by, and the plum tree has grown strong enough, with luxuriant branches, and the first flower bloomed in the spring of 2008, which is white, lovely and fragrant. overflow. My uncle and I are very happy and waiting to eat the first plum! After all, this is a tree we planted by ourselves, and we spent a lot of effort on it. Getting rid of insects and preventing cold is a must-do job every year. The plum tree is growing wonderfully and is as healthy and energetic as me.
? Spring has gone and midsummer is approaching. The plum trees are becoming more and more green, and the green plums have also turned into a light golden yellow, exuding an alluring aroma. I picked one off, didn't wash it, rubbed it on my clothes, put it in my mouth, and in two seconds there was only a small core, hard and round. The sweet pulp has already entered my belly, which is very satisfying. I know that what I eat is sunshine and uncle's love.
The flowers of the plum tree bloomed and faded, year after year, until my uncle died unexpectedly when I was ten years old. Li Shu seemed to feel the utter desolation, without the passion for life, and looked slightly haggard. That spring, I never saw a small flower, not even a fragmented petal. The plum tree is dead? I started to panic, I didn’t believe it, and I didn’t want to believe it. After all, this is spring, a season of renewal. I don’t want to give up on the plum tree. I have been waiting for it to bloom again with white flowers and tender green leaves. I really want to beg my uncle to save the plum tree, but I am so helpless. I can’t find my uncle, and I will never find him!
My uncle left, he left me, leaving behind the young me and the slightly old plum tree at the door of the old house to silently endure the cycle of the four seasons. The flowers bloom and fade, and the plum tree dedicates its flowers to spring, its green leaves to summer, and its fruits to autumn. It can bloom only in winter. Its depressed branches become older and stronger. Oh, spring is here again! Oh, I was pleasantly surprised to see the plum tree blooming again. It is not dead, it is just silently missing the person who once cultivated it. Previously, it just wanted to be alone with a tree for a while. It has been growing and never stopped. The plum tree seems to never get tired, and its enthusiasm for life will never diminish. No matter the violent storms in summer or the severe frosts and snows in winter, they can't make it succumb. Its branches are still tall and straight, its bones are still proud, and it can still bloom flawless white flowers in spring. The only thing that changed was that its face looked a little haggard, like a child's chapped cheeks. But it doesn't matter, it still smiles and the fruits are still sweet. Like my uncle, it will always live in my heart.
There are no traces of wings in the sky, but the birds have already flown by. There is no shadow of the plum flower falling into mud on the ground, but it also bloomed. In the blink of an eye, my uncle has been dead for ten years. He has only been with the plum tree for three years and watched it bloom three times, each time more and more beautiful. And it seems that I want to fulfill his last wish and grow up with the plum tree in these ten years. I am destined to see the plum tree for ten more years than him, the plum tree that once left his fingerprints and the sweat on his palms. . I have been guessing how regretful my uncle is. It is a pity that he said goodbye to the prosperous plum tree so early. It is a pity that he did not take a few more glances at the tree he planted with his own hands and the naughty me. Maybe this is just my naive idea, maybe the uncle has no regrets at all, because he knows that with me here, I will be able to take good care of the plum tree, and I will grow up with the plum tree, and then it will bloom and bear fruit, and the four seasons will reincarnate. The uncle walked away very openly. This tree that can bloom and bear fruit is the only souvenir he left behind.
It’s spring again, the spring breeze is still there, and life is still there.
I seemed to see my uncle standing on the colorful auspicious clouds, staying in the sky above the old house and looking at me silently, with a hint of relief, reflecting the pure white of Li Hua, smiling silently.
I guess he probably wanted to taste the taste of plums ten years later. Is it as sweet as ever?