In Guihuaping, my hometown where I lived as a teenager, I remember there are two sweet orange trees by the dam, one is my grandfather's and the other is Guibiao. These two sweet orange trees are deep in my memory and have different feelings about life. They have always been in my heart and will be remembered forever. Write down the words with a pen at this moment and miss the past childhood.
In mid-August, I went back to my hometown for a wedding banquet and married my cousin. I couldn't help but go to Guihuaping's old home and have a look. Some cousins and grandfathers who used to live here have passed away, and some have moved to other places, leaving only six or seven crumbling blue tile houses in Sanhe Hospital.
Just as my daughter and I were wondering, the door of the middle room creaked open, and an old man in his seventies came out of it and stared at our father and daughter, looking surprised. I hurried forward, held the old man's hand and introduced myself: "Grandpa, I am Huaer, and this is my daughter Wu Xia, the naughty boy Xinghua who lived next door to you more than 30 years ago. My mother is your niece's name, and now she lives in Wu's yard near the school. "
Grandpa rubbed his eyes and murmured thoughtfully, "Oh, it's flowers. I haven't seen you for almost thirty years. You can't recognize flowers if you don't call me grandpa! "
"Well, I was a child then, and now my children are in their twenties."
"How fast! Wall's daughters are all adults, but they are not married yet, are they? "
"No, I haven't found someone yet?"
"Oh, don't worry, take your time."
"Well, children nowadays advocate late marriage."
Grandpa and I smoked one cigarette after another and chatted with him about some past events.
Although it is late autumn, the sun is still burning, and the plum trees and orange trees outside the dam are still singing. According to my grandfather, Guihuaping has also changed a lot in the past 30 years. Except for Gui Biao and his aunt who died in the yard, the other uncles, cousins and cousins all went out to work. After earning money, they built the house next to Nanfan Highway in Wujiaba, leaving him to take care of the yard of his hometown (grandpa himself didn't want to live in the new house below) and the fruit trees beside the dam.
I looked up and looked out. The plum tree and the sweet orange tree by the dam were still next to each other, but the plum tree was gone, just full of leaves. On the sweet orange tree, oranges as big as small bowls are crowded on the tree, bent and hung on the branches, swaying by the autumn wind, showing the richness of fruits.
When I was a child, I came home from school every day and liked to play in grandpa's orange tree. Grandpa's orange tree is very special. The thick bottom of the bowl turned a straight corner, and the trunk stretched out about three meters, bending horizontally like a plow. Every one meter, a branch grows straight, and three branches grow. Each branch of the small bowl is two meters thick and has a fan-shaped fork. The whole canopy is about ten meters high, and the area of the tree is about twelve to thirteen square meters. In the season of orange blossom, the flowers of orange trees are dense, like a string of small lanterns, white and moist, with the texture of jade, as fragrant as gardenia, and the core is like gold wire, and the color remains unchanged. Among the dense leaves, flowers are in full bloom, and bees and wild bees are buzzing in droves. When the sun shines on the leaves, the flowers evaporate, and you can feel the fragrance of flowers on your way to school far away.
Under the tree, you can't see the sky. My friends and I only pick petals, and when we pick them, we pick orange particles as big as soybeans. They can't bear fruit and are carried to the ground by the wind and bees. On the ground under the tree, there are small green oranges everywhere. Standing under the tree, you can see a lump of oranges between the branches and leaves, but you can't see the sky. My friends in the yard and I climbed the orange tree and sat on the branches with thick fists, smelling the flowers, watching the bees fly around and collecting honey hard, smelling the sound of bees lying on the branches, and sleeping soundly. Sometimes my mother cooked the meal and said that the "flowers" had been eaten, so I got out of the tree and went home for dinner.
I remember that one year, it was also the season when orange trees bloomed, and the bees fed by our family separated and flew to other places to settle down. However, dad didn't let the bees fly away, so he asked his uncle and grandfather for help, sprayed water on the bees and threw sand at them. Soon, the bees stopped in the orange tree. I was curious to see the adults do this, so I threw sand at the bees, ran around and climbed the orange tree, but was attacked by bees, stung by bees and cried under the orange tree. Grandpa was very close to me, so he quickly took off his clothes and wrapped them around my head, took me into the house, and put my aunt's milk on the bee sting wound to relieve some pain. For many years, I dare not climb the orange tree to play in any season when oranges are in full bloom.
Especially with the arrival of autumn, oranges grow bigger with the seasons. My friends and I often drool underground, and greedy eyes often stare at oranges. At that time, a fruit tree was the cash cow of the family, the lifeblood, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and buying some meat all depended on selling oranges to maintain the daily expenses of the family.
I was very naughty at that time. I often take the cows to the orchid grove behind the house and sneak home. Once I saw no one in the yard, I quickly climbed the orange tree, picked the biggest orange and ran to the orchid grove behind the house, and had a full meal quietly. Over time, grandpa found that there were fewer oranges on the tree, but he didn't say anything. He knew it was my naughty boy. One afternoon, my grandfather's son came to the back of the house to watch me eat oranges and found a pile of orange shells in the grass. This made my little uncle catch red-handed and panicked. I think, after this, my dad's orchid bamboo will brush my ass at night, and my ass must be raw. So, I took the cow back to the circle and ran to my grandmother's house two miles away to take refuge.
That night, my mother found me without scolding me and brought an orange. I feel very strange in my heart. After all, when I was in junior high school, I could still read. Seeing that my mother didn't blame herself, I got bold and faltered and admitted my mistake. I shouldn't secretly pick grandpa's oranges. When my mother saw that I had admitted my mistake, her unhappy face piled up a bunch of smiles, and she also asked Yao Gu to take a kitchen knife and peel the oranges and eat them together. Later that night, my mother took me home, and my brother and sister took my hand and said, "Brother, did you eat the oranges my grandfather took?" Brother, oranges are delicious. " The stern father sat in the chair beside him as if nothing had happened. He just said, "If it weren't for your grandfather's generosity, you would have been beaten today." Because I know my father is strict.
The next day, when I came back from school, my grandfather stood under the orange tree. I tried to avoid him, but he stopped me. My grandfather said, "Come, Xinghua, pick an orange from the tree!" " "I felt uneasy for a moment. I thought that yesterday was not over, and today I was asked to pick oranges from the tree. Grandpa seemed to see through my mind and suddenly smiled and said, "Xinghua, your uncle told me what happened yesterday." Just picking an orange. What's the big deal? What you eat is nothing. Don't worry. You can choose whatever you want. "
After many years, from studying abroad, joining the army to returning to work, I have kept my grandfather's generosity in mind and want to remember to repay his kindness.
However, the orange trees in the same yard and the same dam have different experiences and feelings.
At that time, I was naive and thought that Guibiao oranges were delicious. So, Uncle Tan's son Mao Hui and I came home from school. In the afternoon, we drove the cattle to a forest called Daowan, and then returned to Batty Field. Seeing that Uncle Gui and others were not at home, we climbed the tree and picked a bigger orange. That night, Gui Biao and his family sat in the courtyard dam and swore. That night, I hid in the house, and Mao Hui also hid in the house and didn't dare to play in the courtyard dam. My parents listened to Gui Biao's scolding and had to submit to humiliation. They just scolded me severely: "A child who is studying should study hard, don't pick other people's fruits, and be ambitious even if he is poor." Since then, I have lived up to expectations and never picked oranges from Grandpa and Guibiao again.
Talking with grandpa about the past, I didn't realize that the sun was going to top. When saying goodbye, grandpa asked me to pick two oranges and left Guihuaping.
That night, I ate oranges from my grandfather at my parents' house. Sweet and sweet in my heart. Sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool, chatting with parents about the development and changes of the mountain village.
Lying in bed, I heard the village quiet and peaceful. After the sound of opening and closing the door again and again, I couldn't hear the human voice, but I heard the footsteps walking on the concrete road, which was sonorous and powerful. This day was safe and practical. In a daze, I thought of Guihuaping's grandfather again. Although he is not related to my mother by blood, he is my mother's elder and closer than my own grandfather.
When the cock crowed twice, my mother raised smoke in the tile house in the wing and was busy making breakfast for us. When I got up, the sun shone brightly on our Bashan land.
It's been almost a month since I returned to the county seat. Whenever I stand at the window, I see the orange orchard opposite Zhangjiaba, just like I see two orange trees in Guihuaping. So, I knocked down that long-cherished memory with my heart, leaving this unforgettable text.
These two orange trees are precious treasures in my life.
When I see orange trees, I will think of my hometown and the place where I grew up!