Two small yards with blue bricks and green tiles, one is my uncle's house and the other is my grandmother's house. There are many trees outside the yard, most of which will blossom and bear fruit. Peach, plum, jujube, pear, flat peach, etc. Every spring, all kinds of fruit trees bloom for the second time. The most unforgettable things are pomegranate flowers in grandma's yard, grass flowers the size of fingernails on the roadside, and pink and white hibiscus flowers on the gullies and weirs leading to the road outside the yard.
Pomegranate blooms around Grain Rain. This pomegranate tree, which grows under the window of the wing, is about as thick as a fist, with lush foliage and flowers. The dark green leaves of pomegranate trees are shining, and red flowers are everywhere on pomegranate flowers. Pomegranate flowers with large mouths and quadrangles are full of thick stamens without reservation, warmly responding to the visit of spring breeze to wind media. The flowering period is very long, until a small blue pomegranate pushes off the calyx and a tree blooms into fruitful fruit. In the autumn wind, it opens its mouth and reveals a happy smile, revealing pomegranate seeds like pearls and agates.
On both sides of the road from grandma's house to the gully weir, there are flowers the size of fingernails. Later, I learned that it also has an nickname called Impatiens. The bustling flowers are swaying, with the same shape and different colors, and bloom brilliantly in a beautiful season. Cousin is very beautiful and loves beauty. They often choose red nails, put them in a garlic mortar and mash them into paste. They wrap their fingernails with cloth, and their nails will be dyed red in about half a day! This is the "manicure" that was also very popular at that time. Sometimes even the toenails are dyed red. If you put a little salt in henna cream, it can prevent the dyed color from fading. Cousins like me very much. They often dye my nails red, and sometimes they even tie a braid on my head.
Every time we leave grandma's house, grandma will send us to the hibiscus tree with crooked feet, explaining that we can't bear to watch us walk down the ditch weir and into the road. The hibiscus tree is full of flowers, and the red and white flowers are covered with branches, which is better than hibiscus, brighter than rose and cleaner than rose. Sometimes grandma will pick hibiscus flowers and cook them, and mix noodles to make steamed vegetables. Sweet and delicious taste makes people stay fragrant. Hibiscus leaves are moody. If you don't wash your hands after touching the leaves, your skin will itch again. Careful observation shows that the back of the leaves is rough with white powder attached. What itches is dust, which is also the self-protection of plants.
For many years, I can't forget my grandmother and the flowers in front of my house. Although grandma has been dead for many years, my uncle's family has moved to a new home. The year before last, I went back to my hometown to visit relatives. I said I wanted to visit my grandmother's house. My cousin accompanied me to my former residence. It is still a blue brick house with couplets on the door, but because no one lives, there are weeds in front of the door, there are no hibiscus flowers beside the ditch weir, and there are no henna on the roadside. Cousin said, open the door and have a look in the yard? I shook my head and tears welled up in my eyes.
The pomegranate tree and its flowers and fruits in my memory have never left me. Otherwise, no matter where you see pomegranate trees and pomegranate flowers, how can you feel homesick involuntarily?