Standing on the street, I watched the shopkeeper driving a watermelon cart, and the big watermelon brought from Yilan, Hualien or Taitung opened the dripping watermelon juice with a long knife. Then, the unique sweet smell of watermelon dispersed. Ah, this is the limited taste of summer.
I always think of a sentence that geek Jin Shengtan said: "It's not too soon to extricate yourself from scarlet vegetables and cut green watermelons in summer!" If I can travel through time and space, I would like to stay in the corner of Jin Shengtan's table and share a watermelon that is not too fast.
"But watermelons are odorless fruits. People often tell me that the sweetness I claim may be just imagination. But I did smell the message of watermelon, just like a seemingly absent smile, which bloomed instantly and then disappeared indifferently.
Childhood summer watermelon childhood summer, after dinner, the whole family gathered at the table and watched dad cut watermelon, which is also a happy thing. Bring a watermelon knife at home, which is sharper. We helped hold the watermelon and watched Dad cut it in half accurately, and then cut it into pieces for us to eat. The pleasure of burying your face in a huge watermelon slice and washing your face with watermelon juice at the same time is beyond the reach of children who eat watermelon with forks now.
Huang Chengcheng's Xiaoyu Watermelon soon became our new love after it went on the market. A light rain in two is most suitable for eating with a spoon. Mom and dad eat half, my brother and I eat half, the melon meat is finished, and the soup in the remaining melon skin should be drunk, so that we can feel satisfied.
When the market began to sell peeled watermelons, a quarter or one sixth of them were taken home after peeling and cut into plates for people to enjoy. Watermelon knives are no longer needed. The day I lost my watermelon knife, the days of cutting green watermelons are gone forever.
However, watching the whole watermelon with my aunt in the miserable green era will still bring back unforgettable memories. It was my miserable youth. My mother's good friend, Aunt Jiexin, came back from abroad and lived in my house. Aunt Jachin's husband came by himself. In order to help her husband with poor family environment finish his degree, she worked part-time in the United States day and night, and her hair turned white.
A few years later, her husband became an American university professor and dean of the Academy of Sciences, and she became the president's wife admired by everyone. She doesn't need a job anymore, as long as she has fun. However, the dean's peach blossoms continue, and emotional intruders come to trouble every once in a while. It is enough to deal with these things.
One day, I heard Aunt Jiexin say to her mother, "I regard myself as an animal without feelings. As long as I defend my family, then I don't have to be sad." "I feel sorry for her as soon as you listen.
Watermelon is similar to life. In hot summer, my mother asked me to accompany my aunt to the market. Aunt stopped at the watermelon stall, knocked on this and touched that. Finally, she chose a watermelon of 18 Jin, paid the money and said to me, "Take it home. I bent down to move without hesitation, only to find that I couldn't move at all. At that time, I was only 40 kilograms, and this watermelon was almost half my weight.
The kindness of selling melons helped me carry watermelons, so I held watermelons to keep up with my aunt. I could have gone home in ten minutes. That day, I walked in the scorching sun for nearly half an hour, my clothes were soaked, my thin arms lost consciousness, my legs trembled, and I clearly realized that cold sweat broke out on my face.
Wrist ligament injury, treated for several months. Aunt Jachin went back to America and was admitted to the hospital because of a nervous breakdown. In the miserable lush years, I seem to understand that too heavy a load is sometimes beyond our power, whether it is a sweet watermelon; It's still a hard day.
About the author | Zhang Manjuan
1985 "The Sea is Blue" immediately swept the literary world in China. After that, she continued to write, engraving time and memory with each work. No matter what genre, she can show her unique personal style. Under those beautiful and meticulous, transparent and crystal-clear words, gentleness and violence coexist, desolation and abundance coexist.
* This article is taken from Just a Little Happiness published by Crown Culture. Please do not reprint without permission.