Silver melon overflows with sweet aroma
Author | Feng Enchang
During the wheat harvest season, the southwest fire wind blows the sweet fragrance of the ripe silver melon along the bank of the Mi River, which reminds me of the scene when my father planted silver melon on the riverbank. The land reform family was assigned to a hillside land not far from the Mi River, sandy soil, suitable for the growth of silver melons, so he built a silver melon garden here, built a trapezoidal melon furrow, built a thatched hut, set up a square gourd shed in front of the door, moved to live, and operated this treasure land of silver melon wealth. Along the Mi River to plant silver melons, not our family, along the waves of the clear and cham Mi water to see, along the banks of a string of silver melon gardens, that look at the melon sheds, more like the cloth old man, in the pastoral garden that adheres to the hope in his heart, day and night enjoy the sweet years given by the party's good policies.
Father watered silver melons, mostly at night, because of the heat of the day watering hot seedlings, the night is as bright as the daytime sun. On the hillside not far from the small river, the family melon garden used a crock pot to carry water for an hour or two, and my father was often tired and sweaty, and I came to sleep with him at night, and I also used a small can to help him water for a while.
When it comes to the season of wheat and ear frying, the silver melon needs a lot of water, every day is full of irrigation, the melon seedlings can climb half a foot long every day and night, the melon looks long, the melon hair recedes, and the melon skin gradually becomes silver. This was my father's most tired day, but he was tired but sweet, and there was a picture of a ripe melon in his heart that began to appear. With the passage of age, in the period of co-operative, the watering garden used the "small high pump", and the father who was busy under the moon, as long as he opened the machine, held the leather pipe in his hand, danced in the garden to take off the dragon, and soon it was watered. He sat very comfortably under the gourd shed and tasted tea, listened to the movements in the melon garden, and became the guardian of the silver melon. This season is hot, some of his peers, cloaked in the moonlight to come here to party, sometimes coincidentally, but also to entertain themselves, he will pull Jinghu, and will shout two sentences of Peking Opera, very casually. The loud sound floated into the air of the Mi River, flowing down the water to the blue waves of the Mi River. The moonlit night in the melon garden makes people intoxicated and happy to stay up all night.
The garden is full of silver melons overflowing with sweet fragrance, and the small pillow-like melons with white flowers are ripe. Father set up a melon stall under the gourd shed, and people worked in the hot and spicy fields for a day, often riding the moonlight to the small riverbank, taking off the red strips and jumping into the water, washing away the sweat stains of the day and relieving the fatigue after exertion. Washed clean in the river water, they came to the melon shed with ease and pleasure, bought a silver melon and broke it into two petals, revealing the red juice in the melon, and enjoyed the sweet taste. Many people who are familiar with the neighboring villages of this village, their fathers give them cheap, so the silver melons are sold quickly. This Mihe silver melon is famous all over the world, with a good reputation and high reputation, and it smells sweet and fragrant far along the southwest wind. At that time, when I was in school and on wheat vacation, I often went to the children of hundreds of neighbors, went down to the river to bathe, stabbed a few fierce sons, jumped on the cliff, and swam in the bay for a while, and everyone was a little tired, so I led them to my father's melon shed. Father had already selected a few of the sweetest silver melons, soaked in cool water, and we came to send one by one, all of them were bare-chested slippers, nibbling on the silver melons, and the juice dripped down the chin to the chest and could not be wiped, only until the small belly swelled up. Although his father sold such a generous letting go, planting a season of silver melons in exchange for money, enough for the whole family of five or six people to weigh salt and oil a year, he and the whole family were overjoyed.
His father planted silver melons and grew old, and he retired to the aged, but the cause of planting silver melons on the banks of the Mi River has developed more prosperously. Many melon growers, no longer a small melon garden, lonely to see the melon shed, but set up a silver melon production cooperative, there are also silver melon planting companies, built a greenhouse batch planting silver melon, the ripe season is advanced, the earliest Qingming Festival can eat delicious silver melon, the open air is also a few days in advance, along the Mi River planted silver melon, after the harvest a box of boxes filled with cars, the same day can be transported to Beijing, Jinan, Qingdao, Shenyang and other big cities, full of supermarket melons, sweet city in the thousands of households. Looking back at the hundred years since the founding of the party, the Yangyangmi River has changed its appearance, asphalt roads have been built along the river, and all melon growers have been easily transported. In the wheat harvest season, people tour along the Mi River, all the way to enjoy the sweet and fragrant silver melon, Linqu people made up a new Yi Mengshan minor tune: happy life does not forget the Communist Party!
Feng Enchang was born in 1937 in Linqu, Shandong. He once served as the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the county party committee and the chairman of the Literary Association, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Folk Artists Association, a director of the Shandong Prose Literature Association, a standing director of the China Vernacular Poets Association, a famous poet and writer of the National Pastoral School, a representative of the "Rural Small Courtyard School", and was known as the god of Oriental poetry. His works have won many awards at home and abroad, and have won the honorary title of lifetime achievement of the highest award of folk literature in the Asia-Pacific region, "Golden Flying Eagle Award", and have been named the title of world cultural celebrity and national first-class artist, the inheritor of the legend of Feng Weimin, and has published 23 literary monographs, "Sugar Gourd" and "Hometown Cicada Song", which have been selected to read textbooks in full-time middle schools nationwide.