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It's early winter, and somehow I often miss my hometown house, especially the tall persimmon tree in it.
This persimmon tree was planted by my father when I was a child and began to bear fruit in the third year. I remember the first time I picked six persimmons from the tree, carefully put them in a tea tray and brought them into the house. Looking at the harvest of these three years of hard work, I can't help but feel excited. Three years' contribution to this tree finally paid off today. These six red persimmons, like six smiling faces, seem to tell me that in the future, we will have more partners.
At that time, persimmon was a "fruit in short supply" in our area, because there were no persimmon trees in the surrounding villages. Only when mountain people from the south come here to sell persimmons can they have a chance to taste this rare delicacy. Now, the fruits of my own labor have already appeared, and I will reap more and more every year in the future. My heart is in My Sweetie.
I put these six persimmons in a big jar full of grain. In order to cover them, I removed the astringency and took them out to eat. They were soft, smooth and sweet.
These six persimmons were eaten with relatives during the Spring Festival. In retrospect, the mouth is sweet and the heart is sweet.
The next year, this persimmon tree * * * collected more than 50 persimmons. My mother smiled and carefully put them in the bamboo basket, leaving us a dozen small and cracked persimmons and selling the others in the big collection. We are eager for our mother to come home early. In the afternoon, my mother finally came back. The old man smiled and took out two leaking persimmons from the bamboo basket. These two persimmons were quickly "destroyed" by our brother and sister. Mother smiled and said, "This is great. This persimmon tree helped us a lot. Enough pocket money this winter! " "
Since then, this persimmon tree has become the hope of our family. In spring, green leaves are lush; Summer, leafy; Autumn is full of fruits; In winter, the branches face the cold wind. Throughout the year, it carries the hope of the whole family.
I remember it was a winter, when falling snowflakes covered persimmon trees, and the trees were full of silver flowers. My father and I talked about this persimmon tree while enjoying this unique scenery. "By next year, persimmon trees will be bigger, bear more fruits and earn more money, so that we can buy some new clothes for our families." Looking at the silver flowers of this tree, my heart is warm, and I feel that this persimmon tree can bring good news to the whole family. This is a precious tree. In a trance, I suddenly felt that the red persimmons covered with trees were covered with branches. ...
After decades, people's lives have undergone earth-shaking changes. In modern countryside, every family can't finish eating fruit. The family no longer needs to exchange a few persimmons for money to supplement their lives. My wife has repeatedly proposed to shave this persimmon tree, but I strongly disagree, because this persimmon tree has accompanied me through my childhood and youth, and it has become the most beautiful and precious memory in my life.
In recent years, life has become rich, and red persimmons are rarely eaten after being picked. Slowly, this persimmon tree is just a landscape tree to watch.
Today, I came to see this persimmon tree with a kind of attachment, nostalgia and pursuit.
When I came to the old house, I finally saw this long-lost persimmon tree again. It stands solemnly and quietly in front of the old house. Although it is already a cold winter, the red persimmon is still held high on the bare branches. These red persimmons, like clusters of burning flames, make me warm. I think the red persimmon on this persimmon tree is the most beautiful scenery in winter with dead leaves and withered vegetation.
Under the persimmon tree, thoughts fly; Under the persimmon tree, the heart is surging; Under the persimmon tree, I was filled with emotion; Under the persimmon tree, I burst into tears. These frosty persimmons are so warm, so unrestrained and so generous! They are swaying gently on the high branches, as if telling a beautiful story.
Suddenly I feel that this persimmon tree with mottled bark is an old man who has experienced vicissitudes. It was planted by my father himself and accompanied me through these years. In those hard years, it brought joy, hope and warmth to the whole family. At the moment, it is looking at me kindly. I left too many footprints under this persimmon tree; Under this persimmon tree, I left my mother's expectant eyes; I have woven many colorful dreams under this persimmon tree. ...
Vaguely, I seem to see the scene where I handed the red persimmons to my mother with a ladder and my mother put them in the dustpan one by one.
At this time, I gently stroked the old trunk with my hand, as if I had returned to my childhood. Under this persimmon tree, I have had many reverie. Once upon a time, I fantasized that this persimmon tree could grow infinitely tall, and I could hang these persimmons into the sky and turn them into twinkling stars at night. Persimmon tree is the road to the sky. I can climb the beautiful sky if I want to. Sometimes, I think this tall persimmon tree is a car and countless white clouds are ponies. I fly very high in the car. When I am tired, I pick some stars and persimmons to take home. Thought of here, I giggled again, persimmon tree is persimmon tree, persimmon is persimmon, the whimsy of childhood is too naive.
Under the red persimmon tree, I can no longer hear my parents' concern; Under the red persimmon tree, the laughter of childhood can no longer reverberate; Under the red persimmon tree, the yellow dog disappeared forever. That year's picking, that year's harvest and that year's expectation are gone forever. Everything can fly!
A heavy footsteps awakened me from the kingdom of memories. Ah, it's my childhood friend, nicknamed Sanlengzi. He is two years younger than me, and now he runs his own canned apple processing factory with an annual income of nearly 10 million. I've seen him for a long time, especially kind and excited. After greeting, I went back to my house and got two small benches. We sat under the persimmon tree and talked to each other, telling those wonderful childhood memories.
Suddenly, we talked about a scene that happened under a persimmon tree more than forty years ago-
In the early winter of that year, there were still a few persimmons left on this persimmon tree, and my brother and I forced my father to leave. It is said that persimmons left for winter will be especially sweet. One Sunday, my parents went to catch Xiguanji, leaving me to watch the door at home. At this time, Sanlengzi came to my house and begged me to pick a persimmon from the tree to eat. Seeing that he was salivating, although many people could not bear to part with it, I promised him. I saw him take off his shoes and rub them around like a monkey. Then he climbed up the tree, reached for one, put his arm around the branch with one hand and put the persimmon in his mouth with the other, and ate it quickly, but he didn't mean to stop. He continued to pick other persimmons, making me shout, "Come down quickly, you said to pick one, why did you pick it again?" Three stare blankly son didn't seem to hear my words, continue to pick up, I was in a hurry, picked up half a brick from below and threw it up, hitting him on the back, and he had to endure the pain.
Looking at the three stare blankly in front of me in a suit and tie, and then at the red persimmons on the tree, I suddenly felt that the persimmon tree was holding these persimmons persistently, waiting for me and my childhood friends to watch them! Under this persimmon tree, we found the fun of childhood again.
Time flies. It's almost evening. I must go back to my home in the city. I bid farewell to Sanleng Zi and reluctantly left the old house. I didn't go far and looked back with nostalgia. I saw the bright, warm and fiery fruit swaying gently. They are waving goodbye to me.
A gust of wind blew, and the cold intensified, but my heart was warm. At this time, I feel that the red persimmons covered with trees are burning flames, which warm my heart. ...