I once lived in the north for a few years, where persimmons and plums can be seen everywhere in the community, making persimmons a rare thing in the past and a common thing in the future.
After living in Chongqing, persimmons are the patent of fruit stalls.
Every autumn, when persimmons are ripe, there are more red balls on the fruit stand, which look so cute. Seeing persimmons reminds me of those years in the north.
autumn in the north is bleak.
Autumn in Chongqing is golden in the green.
The company where Mr. Wang works held a group building on the weekend before the National Day, which actually means giving everyone a Mid-Autumn Festival in advance. Their boss invited me to join them, so I am honored to be a guest in attendance.
The car went all the way to the mountains. At this time, the mountains in Chongqing are still green. Although some leaves are turning yellow, they are still few.
The farther you go to the mountains, the higher the mountains are. Looking at the Yangtze River from a distance, it is vast and flowing eastward.
Nearby, a few persimmon trees will flash by the roadside from time to time. Red persimmons are hanging on the branches, gently shaking their heads with the wind, so lovely and so bright.
When I was a child, I saw one or two persimmon trees in the mountains, but the memory was too long, and I always thought that it was very rare. Therefore, after I went to the north, I had more feelings about persimmons than rare ones.
When persimmons are red, autumn in the north becomes deeper.
Now, persimmons in the deep mountains of Chongqing are also popular, but autumn is not deep, just adding a little coolness.
the car moves slowly in the mountains, and the mountain road is rugged and spirals up. Whenever I feel that the mountains are at the end of my rope, I can always come to a bright future after turning.
such a deep mountain can surprise me and scare me.
Occasionally, a garden dog will run out from the side of the road, taking a natural and unrestrained step, regardless of whether the car comes or not. It is so comfortable. Even if you honk your horn, it will just look at you contemptuously, and then cross the road and walk to the other side in no hurry or panic.
the mountains are infinitely tolerant.
red persimmons are hung high on the branches, which makes people look greedy. Actually, I don't eat that stuff. When I was in the north, persimmon trees were everywhere in the community. This season, there were many persimmons that fell to the ground. I also bought some persimmons that were said to be very good varieties, but I never tasted them. However, at that time, my mother liked persimmons very much. Every time she ate them, she even said they were delicious. To this end, I once bought an autumn persimmon for my mother.
are the persimmons on these trees sweet? I can't help asking in my mind. Looking at the little red cutie, I also want to reach out and pick two, not to eat it, but to smell the sweet smell, which is the taste of autumn.
In the deep mountains, there is no shortage of green, let alone this red persimmon. On the contrary, cottages seem so rare.
once busy villages and large areas of fertile farmland are now covered with weeds more than one person high, which makes people confused whether it is barren or once fertile land.
Although the mountains are very tolerant, people don't seem to be tolerant of them.
The outside world is wider, and there are more ways out, so young people have left the mountains and left home. Several farmhouses stand on the side of the road, which looks like fireworks from a distance. When the car approached, I found that those farmhouses had been abandoned for a long time, the yard was covered with weeds, the doors and windows were broken, no one repaired them, no one heard about them, and no one could find them.
They all fled from the mountains. Went to the outside world.
the farther the car goes to the mountains, the more I feel that loneliness is unique to the mountains.
It's a touch that several elderly people are hunched over and planting something in the fields by the roadside, and they can meet people like this. In the deep mountains, except for the persimmons with high branches, I am afraid that only these old people are left.
The old people can't live without the deep mountains because they are too old to leave their homeland. Young people leave the mountains in order to create a better life.
some people say that the one who can't go back is his hometown. In fact, few people who said this really want to go back.
Maybe one day, when the young people are old and tired of tossing around in the city, I want to go back to the deep mountains, find a place, plant some vegetables and raise some chickens and ducks, just like those elderly people I just met. But, at that time, can they go back?
my mind is wandering. On the way to the League Building with my husband, I was surprised by the fiery persimmons, but the increasingly deserted village gave me sadness.
persimmons are red in the mountains, and there are four or five families cooking smoke. This is not the beauty of the mountains, but the loneliness of the mountains.