Yu Pingbo: Beat oranges.

Tao An said: Those greedy middle people like other things, one of which is Tangqi tangerine. I used to eat this kind of orange when I was a child. My grandmother is from Tangqi. Orange is famous for its honey, but it is not like honey, and I like it not because it is as sweet as honey. Either the oranges in the Ming Dynasty are really sweet, or the fresh trees in Tangqi today are too sweet to contain Hu. I have never tasted them. What I remember is this: an orange is as small as a child's fist, just held in a small hand. The skin is extremely thin, bright yellow in color and slightly flat in shape. Some of them occasionally have small pedicels and one or two green leaves. They are fresh and tender, with a lot of water and a soft and fresh entrance. What I'm not satisfied with is that it's not sweet, perhaps because I like sweets too much. All the oranges I ate when I was a child were in baskets, and I stared at them for nothing. Compared with Hangzhou in the past, it is a bit strange. If we look back today, it really seems to have changed the world.

Grandpa Zhu, the owner of No.3 Chengtou Lane, probably likes oranges, so he planted seven or eight dozen orange trees there. Its species is not Tangqi, but the so-called Huangyan. It turns out that Huangyan tangerine is common in Hangzhou. However, according to K Jun, one of the oranges at No.3 Chengtou Lane belongs to Huangyan, and the others are not. I can't tell who is who, but I can't remember. What is Grandpa Zhu's quality?

Judging from the cultivation of dried tangerine peel, K Jun's words are not completely unfounded. One is on the square terrace facing our restaurant. Rectangular patio is paved with slate, with orange peel on the east wall and terraces on the northeast side. The top of the tree is similar to the dead tree on the platform. We stretch our arms here to touch it. In this yard, I used to play with sticks, kick balls, tug-of-war with bamboo poles and chase yellow cats. It's a pity that I never left a trace when I came to play, although there were unspeakable things in my heart, although several of them had similar feelings in their hearts. The latecomers only saw the square stone patio, not to mention the immature dream marks!

The other one is in the corner of the garden pavilion, near Taihu Stone, which seems to be less than the square patio. There is a row over there, and there are only a few oranges here. The place is remote and not as easy to move as that one over there, so its reputation is slightly reduced. However, it is not uncommon to see our footprints beside the pavilion. In the meantime, tackling key problems, protecting Tang Priest, painting water cannons and throwing cabbage skins. It is said that the vegetables to be pickled are particularly delicious one year, full of cabbage hearts. Why? But its marginal skin has been used as a weapon by us.

The oranges in these two places are not necessarily Huangyan's. Today, I only remember Huangyan. To tell the truth, what is Huangyan is a little unreal, just a small orange. Little orange, little orange, another little orange.

The skin of Huangyan orange is quite tight, not as smooth and soft as Tangqi, and it is not like honey when eaten in the mouth. The girls and gentlemen who live together are a little fond of fruit, but they just eat it anyway. I didn't. Although I like oranges best of all fruits, I still can't compare with them. This is also a bit irritating. I might as well just write my dozen oranges. As for the taste, I won't say it! It's as if I've never eaten oranges.

When the late autumn is bleak and not cold, the oranges on the trees gradually turn yellow. This semi-yellow orange is where the slogan is posted. Come and eat. We beat oranges with thin bamboo poles and walked with our heads held high for six or seven days in the shade of the sun, and two or three people came down. Red, yellow, red and yellow, green, semi-green and semi-yellow, large, small, slightly round, very flat, Ye Er, with handles, nothing, it breaks when it falls, but it doesn't break when it falls. Share when it's good, grab it when it's bad, or grab it. Grab, grab from the ground, grab, grab from the hands, so eat oranges and grab the next one. Sometimes I don't play, and when I see someone else's hands suddenly have oranges, I go over and say I ate them, without asking why! Just give him half, or even a few dollars. This is begging. I talked so hard that I forgot the platform. Isn't it said that the small platform is dry and protected by orange leaves? However, whoever wants to eat oranges will reach out. What's the point of catching oranges? But this is not the case. Anyway, the oranges in the corner of the garden must be beaten. That is to say, as far as the square patio is concerned, only a few branches that are close to withering can be taken, and the farther away, the more out of reach. Besides, nearly withered oranges are always rare for unknown reasons. According to legend, maybe someone got the moon first because he was close to the water.

There is a way to beat oranges, which is light and will not fall off, but heavy and will break. Sometimes it is clearly photographed, but I don't know where it falls, or between the branches and leaves of the tree. Such things let us stretch our legs and look up and down. Although it is troublesome, it is also very funny. If you just lift the pole and hit it, it will be a bit boring, and it will always fall on the bottom of your hand.

However, hitting with a pole is too inaccurate. It is often clear that a red orange is in a neither high nor low place, but the pole missed, or missed again. Orange leaves will be pounded everywhere and then fall. It must be a broken guy who fell down, which is far from what we expected. I wonder who has come up with a good idea. Wrap a long lead wire around the top of the pole. As long as you can see it correctly and hold it steadily, you must have the orange if you want to eat it. You can do whatever you want according to the picture, and don't hurt the fish in the pond. But it's a bit unreasonable for orange trees to come down with branches and leaves when they are pulled to eat.

There are so many ways to eat, don't think that all the oranges there have been eaten by a few of us. Birds eat first, workers eat later, and when we catch them, it will be leftovers. Therefore, I find it unattractive and humiliating to use exaggerated words to delay readers' efforts to save the country. But with all due respect, the past here is only written for people who have something to do with it. I didn't expect such good luck to be caught in the ranks of revolutionary literature. If a thousand people really guess the heart of talking in a dream from this poor word, and even feel a little chicken ribs, it will be an unexpected gain for me. Is it on the horizon? Is it at the corner of the sea? How close is it? Who knows!

To tell the truth, playing with oranges and the short life before and after it are just the hot flashes of my youth and the intricacies of children's interests. On the one hand, the mood of childhood is vaguely swaying, but it is mixed with helpless sadness. Only in this way can I solemnly show my love to my broom and daughter, even though the world is extremely lonely.

Eating oranges unconsciously, two or three years have passed, running from north to south, feeling so fast, inexplicably fast. Not long after moving to the lakeside cabin, people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang who had lived in peace for several years began to hear guns in Liuhe, Huang Du. After we went to the house at No.3 Chengtou Lane, the owner didn't come and it was empty. Dozens of chess games in Liuyiquan and several volumes of remnants of Leifeng Tower not only easily kill the remnants of summer, but also make autumn look older. I only heard that the city of Hangzhou has moved to Shanghai one after another. The weather is getting colder, the tourists are sparse, and the lakes and mountains are sleepy. One day, I went to the city to visit my old home and wander around it. The old janitor, whom everyone called the old lady, even recognized me. The main area has been sealed off, and only the garden is used to enter. Needless to say, pavilions and pavilions are deserted, and it is a bit strange after only half a year. I also went up the stairs and bypassed the platform. I saw that all the houses in the south of the opposite high-rise building were where I lived, and the windows were closed. Red oranges that feel strange at the moment are all over the trees.

Hit it again or twice! But what about bamboo poles and lead wires? Besides, although the square patio is close at hand, the door over there is locked and oranges are nowhere to be found. I hesitated to look around, except for the old lady who followed me, which was my own shadow. I felt that there was nothing to say. After a rest, I approached the withered orange and barely reached it, holding it in my hand and looking down. It is red and lovely, with a small green leaf and a short handle. I took it, strolled out slowly, returned to Lou Yu, and put it on my desk.

It turned out that a bunch of them were brought back for everyone to see and talk about, but Mr. H was already ill at that time, and he never saw this orange. Who will listen to my song "Seeking Dreams" slowly between haste and bitterness? Oranges have been missing for a long time I probably ate it by myself, so I thought I lost it. I have never been to the house at No.3 Chengtou Lane since then.

I have been in Beijing for four years, and the oranges in the south of the Yangtze River should grow bigger. Of course, the same is true of people who beat oranges. Everyone is going their separate ways and busy with their middle-aged life. I wonder if they can remember this? If you can really remember, what can you think of? If I myself, after a few days of lying-in, finally wrote this article, I really can't see why, so I have to hand in my papers carelessly.

1July, 928 13, Beijing.