Approaching the tree, I saw it was a thick, strong, tall and big persimmon tree, which grew in a small field with few "palm-sized" soil layers between the ravines. It seems that I have experienced vicissitudes here for decades, right? It is in this barren land that it grows tenaciously, but it also grows into towering trees, thick stumps, flourishing leaves and fruitful results. I see persimmons are gratifying, attractive and appetizing. Just like a little red lantern hanging on a tall tree, it looks good and looks like the ancient traditional "China Red", which makes people look forward to it. During the viewing process, a friend could not resist the temptation to say, "If this is not a personal tree, I really want to climb up and pick persimmons." "Yes, I also want to climb up and find the feeling of childhood." Their conversation is exactly what I want, so why don't I want it?
Is the persimmon tree holding us back, or is the lovely persimmon attracting our attention? I was going to climb the mountain, but I wandered under the persimmon tree for a long time. We only care about enjoying persimmons and seem to forget to climb mountains. Just then, I don't know who shouted, "Aren't you going to climb the mountain?" This reminds me of climbing a mountain. I reluctantly left the persimmon tree step by step, still talking about the persimmon tree in my mouth, but I put the persimmon tree directly in my heart, which made me unforgettable.
From that persimmon tree, I remembered the two persimmon trees when I was a child, the dozens of persimmon trees near the yard of the production team, the dozens of persimmon trees of the village north team, and the ballad that my grandmother taught me when I was a child: "Persimmons are red, persimmons are yellow, persimmons grow on persimmon trees ..." Although straightforward, it was very interesting and directly brought me to that era.
At that time, there were two persimmon trees and an apricot tree in the northwest of my old house. As long as I can remember, they have all grown into big trees. This is the capital that I boasted in front of my friends when I was a child, and it is also the most effective way for children to "fight against greed". On both sides of the road near my tree, my second grandmother has two persimmon trees, just like the two eyes of the road. When you look up there, you will see two stout persimmon trees, which also caused some right and wrong.
Whenever the persimmon is red, the two persimmon trees growing on both sides of the second grandma's road close their eyes and become the targets of children's attacks. They are ordinary naughty friends. They picked up stones and tiles from the ground at a distance, pretended to carry their hands, and when they approached the persimmon tree, they suddenly threw them on a bunch of ripe persimmons when no one or anyone was looking. Stones and tiles will fall off at the slightest touch. Sometimes even throwing stones at the branches will shake the ripe persimmons down. Little friends will be like harvesting "prey", rushing to pick up the persimmon that was shot down. Most of them are protected by vines of crops, and only a few fall on the hard ground, so friends will pick them up.
Because people are small, after all, their strength is limited, and sometimes they can't be photographed. They looked at the attractive persimmons and circled around the persimmon tree until they knocked the persimmon tree down, and their hearts were always restless. There are also a few courageous friends who swoosh up to the persimmon tree when they are free for lunch or dinner. In order to pick the reddest persimmon, they try to step on the trembling branches with their feet. Sometimes when someone shouts, they jump off the stump and run.
My two persimmon trees are a little far from the road, and my second grandmother's persimmon tree acts as an umbrella. In addition, whenever the persimmon is red, I often look after it, so that my persimmon is rarely damaged. Every time the persimmon is red, the family's face smiles more brightly. Every time persimmon is harvested, it will add a excitement to the whole family. I still clearly remember the lively scene when my family collected persimmons. It was a fairy tale engraved in my mind and touched my soul. It is a thrilling harvest scene, which comes as scheduled every year.
In fact, it is generally less than the time when persimmons are all red. Because persimmons are all red, they are not easy to put. They get the best harvest when they are red and yellow. Red is delicious now, and yellow is not easy to go bad. Because my two persimmon trees and my uncle's are the same property, every time I collect persimmons, my parents will discuss with my uncle in advance, and our family will go into battle with my uncle's men, women and children, and sometimes help. It's really as lively as singing a big drama.
They shouted and laughed and came to two trees. Every corner of the two persimmon trees was surrounded by a group of people, which naturally kicked off. Some people climb trees with baskets on their shoulders and pick them by hand. Most of them are young guys, some of them are very light, and sometimes they stand on twigs. It's a little surprising to see them under the tree. Some people stand under a tree or on a stool with a hook rod and a net bag, while studying persimmons, they hook them with a hook rod, and persimmons fall into the net bag smoothly like "please enter the urn"; Others carry sheets or tarpaulins. Generally, four people hold up four corners under the tree and spread out, which cooperates well with the people on the tree. People on the tree tried to pick the persimmons that they couldn't reach, so they shook the branches hard. The persimmons couldn't bear to shake from side to side, so they crashed down. People under the tree are busy lifting sheets or tents in the direction where persimmons fall, so as to collect persimmons intact in the sheets. Sometimes, people in the tree will shout, "shake it here and it will be connected soon." People under the tree urged each other and said, "Quick, quick, pick it up over there." "Move over and connect." Then he ran over and caught the persimmons one by one, which made the tree change many times from different angles, and the neighbors gathered together like watching the fun. By the way, persimmon trees are roaring up and down, and neighbors' laughter is one after another, ringing around two persimmon trees and rippling in the time and space of late autumn. ...
I remember when I collected persimmons, my mother chose red persimmons and told me to put them in a small basket or barrel, and send them to my boss's hometown and neighbors, so that more people could share the joy of collecting persimmons. Family members always get a voice of gratitude, which is a good mood.
The old grandmother was very happy to see a pile of red, yellow and yellow persimmons, so she found out the jar and cleaned it, and picked the persimmons that were still hard one by one. She wiped off the dust, washed it, put it in the jar, filled it with warm water, sealed it with plastic sheets, moved it to the southeast corner of the kang, and covered it with a quilt. Grandma's movements are very skilled and experienced. She always said that the persimmons I put in every year were not astringent at all, and my siblings and I nodded like chickens pecking at rice.
After about ten and a half days, the persimmon in the jar was stuffy. At this time, grandma asked me to lift the quilt. She untied the rope and lifted the plastic sheet. The jar suddenly burst out with a clear fragrance. My grandmother always happily picked up a beautiful persimmon from the jar and handed it to me: "Try it, how about it?" Looking at the stuffy persimmon, my mouth is full of saliva, but I still have to wait to eat together. When the family sat around tasting persimmons, I saw that the whole family was filled with joy, and grandma seemed to have a little sense of accomplishment in her joy.
When persimmons are red, there are still lively scenes. In the persimmon forest next to the production team, pieces of red persimmons have dyed the sky red, which is a beautiful scenery in the countryside, attracting adults and children to watch. The women smiled and said, "Look at that red persimmon, how beautiful it is." "Yes, persimmons are the most beautiful at this time." The children went around the secluded place in twos and threes, climbed the tree to pick persimmons and knocked with stones. After a while, they couldn't hold them with both hands. Some women will whisper, "Look at XX stealing so many persimmons again." He instructed the children around him: "Go and eat persimmons." The children will come running and laugh in the back.
Persimmon is red, so I walked around the persimmon forest at the northern end of the village. This is a great scenery. I can't remember dozens of persimmon trees. I only remember my childhood happiness there. I once stood on the north slope and looked at persimmons like the Red Sea. I once walked from the southern end of persimmon forest to the northern end, looking at persimmons full of trees, and my eyes were full of "China Red"; I used to stand under a red persimmon tree and watch butterflies flying and listen to birds singing. I also accompanied my grandfather who participated in the Anti-Japanese War through the red persimmon forest. Many of my grandfather's comrades were buried together in the "Balu Cliff" at the northern end of persimmon forest. Red persimmons are as red as martyrs' blood. That huge persimmon forest left me not only joy, but also sadness and thinking.
See the persimmon red in my hometown again, and my heart is surging. So this is my hometown persimmon that arouses my feelings? Persimmons are also sentient beings! A persimmon and a heart.