Under the persimmon tree, I left my childhood footprints and laughter. Games such as hide-and-seek, catching chickens, playing four corners, playing marbles and throwing tiles often make childhood playmates linger until their parents take them home with their ears to do their homework. In midsummer, "Cicada" is our favorite game. The bold dog egg is responsible for running to the manger of the second uncle's house. When the horse is not paying attention, he suddenly pulls off the longest horse hair to make a condom. Erwa is responsible for running to the bamboo forest near Dongkeng to cut down a thin and long bamboo pole and quickly tie a ponytail hair on the front of the bamboo pole. When the cicada on the persimmon tree chirps loudly, put the "cicada cover" on its head and slowly cover its neck. The hairy boy immediately pinched off half its wings and let it fly in circles on the ground. We jumped and jumped for joy. As far as I can remember, in autumn, many people always lack food at home, and most children go to school hungry. After school, I always follow three or four friends behind me. As soon as I opened the door, they all jumped on the persimmon tree like monkeys, dropped their schoolbags, climbed up the persimmon tree with open arms, grinned happily on the persimmon tree, and ate the naturally mature red persimmons on the tree while picking them, which made the girls who stayed behind late drool.
"Round body, no hair, not oranges or peaches. After a few nights in the clouds and fog, I took off my green clothes and put on a red robe. " This is a riddle that my mother guessed for my brother and sister when I was a child. Obviously, there is a ripe persimmon standing in the corner of the courtyard wall, and my sister and I still can't guess what it is. Persimmon trees in my hometown are rare varieties of mopan persimmon in rural areas. Its fruit is "orange in size, deep red and soft in flesh, juicy and rich in flesh, sweet as honey and very delicious". At that time, there were many brothers and sisters at home, and it was also an era of working for a living. My mother said the persimmons on the tree were inedible, so I picked them for some money. They put half of the picked persimmons in a room with flue-cured tobacco leaves and lit firewood, which is attractive and attractive. Half of them are stewed into sweet and crisp persimmons, which are carefully placed on carts and sold in the county market when they are unknown. Generally, they are 10 cents a catty, and the market is good enough to sell to 15 1 catty. Every time my father comes back from selling persimmons, he happily pours money on the table and says to me happily, "Boss, count how much you have sold and give it to your mother after counting." I stared at the money greedily and counted it over and over again. I have been expecting persimmon red for a few days, which can be turned into money. The income from selling persimmons is a necessity of life, my favorite little picture book and my hope for life and the future.
I can't remember which summer night it was. The whole night, the wind blew hard and the thunder rumbled, and the trunk of persimmon tree was actually scraped off. I was sad for several days. Father climbed the tree quietly and sawed off the broken trunk. At that time, new branches appeared next to the broken branches, and a few years later, they grew back to their original appearance. In my mind, this persimmon tree is a tenacious tree, a selfless tree and an honest and kind tree. Unfortunately, I was paralyzed by polio. My parents took out all the money saved by selling persimmons and took me everywhere to see a doctor. My parents don't want to recall those hardships. I remember the most clearly when I came back from seeing a doctor in Beijing. While drinking tea at Zhoukou bus station, my disabled right hand accidentally broke someone else's tea bottle, so I paid someone 1 yuan, and there was no fare to go home. I really don't know how my thin mother carried me home. In the third grade, I had a major operation on my disabled left leg, so I couldn't go to school. My mother gave the prepared persimmons to a teacher who teaches junior high school in a neighboring village, and asked him to come home every week to help me with my homework. I am very proud. I was admitted to Shangshui No.1 High School with high marks. In my senior year, I was admitted to a foreign university, but I was rejected by the university because of my physical disability. I am full of disappointment in the future. I feel that the road of life is blocked and I sigh all day. Mother said, you should learn from the old persimmon tree in the yard. If it is struck by lightning, you will still have new branches. Don't give up when you meet some difficulties. You are a man, why are you not worse than persimmon tree? Yes, I looked at the old persimmon tree that stood upright. Despite the howling cold wind and hail, it stands all year round. Its strong will and courage not afraid of difficulties touched me again and again. My mother touched my head and said, "You love reading so much, just repeat it." Perhaps by fate, the Law of the People's Republic of China on the Protection of Disabled Persons came into effect on 1990. I was lucky enough to be admitted to the university and graduated smoothly. Later, I worked in the city, married my daughter-in-law, got married and had children, and lived happily. Every year, especially when persimmons are ripe, my son always urges me to go back to my hometown to see my grandmother. I know my children climb trees and pick persimmons like I did when I was a child. As soon as I got to my hometown, my mother set up a small square table in the yard early and put the ripe persimmons on it. My father, son and I ate them all. My mother always joked, "Grandpa, everyone likes persimmons so much."
One winter, when I returned to my hometown, I just got off the bus and saw red persimmons hanging like lanterns on the persimmon trees in my hometown. At this time, the west wind blew the trees sparsely, and the branches and leaves fell, which was cool. I didn't expect that from a distance, persimmons would grow so delicate, golden, smooth and dazzling as a bride in a gorgeous dress. On the bare branches, the old persimmon tree tried its best to lift these ripe persimmons to the blue sky, making the sky more colorful. Looking at these ink-and-wash persimmon trees, my heart was shocked. I think, is it because my parents are too old to reach the persimmons above, and they are forced to stay? I asked my mother inexplicably, and her mother said, "Those persimmons left on the tree are called KanShuRen. Actually, it's not about trees. It's for birds that have trouble finding food in winter. You shouldn't be too selfish or too short-sighted. If you leave it with the birds, they will naturally remember your kindness. After spring, the birds will come again. When they come, they will catch insects for trees. Without worms, persimmons will have a bumper harvest next year. " At this time, a literate grandfather said: "These persimmons are reserved for crows to show people's respect and support for the feeling that' the lamb kneels down and the crow feeds back'. Persimmons hanging on the treetops like lanterns are also silently educating people to honor their parents, and are also telling the civilization and traditional virtues of our Chinese nation for thousands of years. "