Mountain peach blossoms
The days of the first month have not yet gone, the bone-chilling wind is still wandering among the forest, and in the depressions of the mountains, suddenly, a few trees of mountain peach blossoms have emerged.
It is said to be a peach blossom, but it is different from the peach and fresh peach grown at home, and it does not have their kind of brilliance of "peach death, burning its glory" ("Poetry Sutra Peach Dream").
This flower, white as snow, plain and elegant, each petal is only close to the bud, there is a faint red halo.
The fruit of the mountain peach is thin-skinned, astringent and inedible. Nuts can be used in traditional Chinese medicine to activate blood stasis, relieve cough and asthma.
The branches are sandalwood red, smooth and rounded, with white dots on them, resembling natural ornaments. People pick straight branches to do whipping, do not peel, and after a long time, they become more and more rosy and strong.
The cold wind struck, and a few white petals fluttered and landed on the residual snow under the trees.
"In April, the peach blossoms of the mountain temple begin to bloom." The bloom of the fiery peach blossoms may have to wait for a while. At present, the days of the first month have not yet gone, in this lonely and distant northern mountain, there are even this hardy flower, perhaps they also have the gene of plum blossoms!
Small jacket
After the third of March, the old donkey and the old horse were saddled.
It's hot, a small cotton jacket, and the sun is shining, like drilling in a fire bucket, and sweat is "depressed" flowing out.
"Turn the coat over the wrong day." My mother saw that I was too hot to be able to do it.
On Saturday, the night before, the mother removed the leads and drew the jacket. The next morning, early in the morning, I put on the iron pot, poured in the boiled black and blue that I bought from the foreign goodsman, dyed the faded edge of the jacket, dried it, and beat a few small puddings on the sleeves of the worn jacket.
Under the oil lamp, a needle and a thread, the mother turned the small cotton jacket into a small jacket, put it on and tried, and it was really cool!
The mother's eyes were red.
Small peach tree
After the rain, in front of the door, on the mound, three or two small peach saplings arched out.
Green tender stems, slender leaves,
On the tip were a few yellowish buds, tilting their heads, as if they were awake.
The babies had sharp eyes, and when they came out, they saw them, screaming, and chattering around.
In their taste memory, the taste of fresh peach in the summer is the deepest: sweet, sour, sweet, sweet, away from Hu, not away from Hu, etc., the memory grid is stored one by one. In particular, the peach core that is not far from the beard can go back and forth in the mouth, the tongue licks back and forth, and repeatedly puffs out the sweet and sour taste, until the adult scolds him for being a ghost, and then he pretends to be a grimace and is reluctant to spit it out.
They also want to use this peach core to plant a peach tree that can bear many peaches. However, adults say that this peach beard grows into a woolly peach, and only after grafting can it produce such a fresh peach.
Fold small wooden sticks, around the small peach trees little by little, cut and cut.
Originally, I also wanted to bring the soil, so easy to live, the adults said. But the babies were anxious, and they ripped off three times and two times, and they fell apart.
The babies who circled around, sighing, with regret on their faces, stared at its roots, and the two hard shells cracked, and the pale yellow, swollen peach kernels clinging to the bottom of the roots, and the white whiskers leaked out on one side.
Someone reacted quickly, digging a handful of mud from the side of the road puddle and wrapping the roots of the peach saplings. The mud-headed and earth-faced babies finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, they planted the moved peach saplings on the edge of the garden and watered them.
Day one, alive,
The next day, alive,
On the third day, still alive, two more young leaves bloomed on the top of the tip.
Why do babies love small peach saplings so much? At first I thought they were just playing, but then I thought about it, it turns out that they are all teenagers and have beautiful dreams, maybe the principle of same frequency resonance!
Spring arrived, and somehow I popped up In my mind, Mr. Jia Pingwa's "My Little Peach Tree" popped up, so I wrote a few words about the small peach tree in my impression.
Editor-in-charge: Wang Fang YuanXiu Ruogu
About the Author
Zhang Yaozhong, a native of Jiyuan, Henan. Occasionally write a few words in his spare time, purely spontaneous, accomplished nothing, only to be happy.