The story of the vine

Childhood, with too many beautiful memories, will fade away with the passage of time. Only the grape tree in my hometown is treasured by memory forever and deeply imprinted in the rings of my life.

Although the vine in my hometown no longer exists, it will always climb out of the dusty memory door, making people linger, as if it were as beautiful as yesterday.

The vines in my hometown are unique and precious in the local Fiona Fang for more than ten miles. It is flourishing and full of vitality, quietly living in this land of literati, silently dedicating youth and composing brilliant music in life.

One day, my mother happily brought back a grape seedling, only to see that she looked like a baby and it said "a gift from a friend".

Curiosity drove me to hold the grape seedlings carefully in my hand, looking around and fondling them. At this moment, my mother's face also smiled into a flower, infected by her, and her heart was cheering.

Excited, my mother immediately planted the grape seedlings in the soil, and from the moment she planted them, her heart was full of expectations.

Flowers bloom and fall, winter goes to spring, and the wanton growth of grape seedlings has grown up in a blink of an eye. The trees are covered with green and bright grapes, which correspond to the opposite Zizyphus jujuba trees and gardenia tree.

The air is filled with flowers, and the fragrance is refreshing.

Vines crisscross. In order to prevent children from picking at will, we built a bright petal rack for it.

The grapes on the shelf are understandable, but they grow gratifying and fruitful.

The grapes on the tree change from green to purple day by day. Purple grapes are really attractive. Facing the sour and sweet purple grapes, I really want to climb the tree and have a good meal. However, when I think of my mother's majestic eyes, like a deflated ball, I get carried away and stop. I can only swallow my saliva, because my mother warned me not to pick them, because I know more about the value of grapes this season.

This season, when grapes are sold in the market, we can get 50 ~ 60 yuan's money, which will be used for the tuition of several brothers and sisters, and the rest can buy us some new clothes.

In that poor era, it was indeed a considerable income.

Standing under the grape tree can only feast your eyes. I really envy the birds flying in the sky. When people are unprepared, they can eat a few trees to satisfy their appetite.

The spacious and bright grape trellis can cover the sky and the sun, and it is also a paradise for our spiritual life.

Summer night, the sun has just set, we put out a cool bed early, enjoying the cool, solve riddles on the lanterns, telling jokes and enjoying the classic stories of our elders.

There is an elder nearby who has read a lot of poetry books. He is modest, gentle and has a profound literary foundation. He feels that there are endless stories in his stomach, folk stories, fairy tales and stories about ghost stories, all of which are familiar. When it comes to ghost stories, we feel cold and creepy, and consciously get close to adults. There are also some bosses who laughed after deliberately playing tricks on us.

As always, we are guarding this starry sky and growing up with his story.

Not far away, erhu, flute, singing and singing came from the dormitory building of the factory, which injected beating notes into the barren land and added wonderful chords to the boring life. After a hard day's work, I lived a delicious life. That's great.

Every year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, it is the legendary day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet at the Magpie Bridge. It is said that you can only see it under the grape tree. The person who speaks is amazing, and the person who listens believes it. We don't argue whether it's true or not. Every day, we must wait here

Look at the stars in the sky, and when you see the brightest two, you will say Cowherd and Weaver Girl. However, until late at night, there was no such beautiful picture. Adults repeatedly told us to go home to sleep, but we didn't want to leave. I always believe that this beautiful legend will be pleasantly surprised at any time.

At the same time of happiness, troubles also follow. The sour and sweet grapes not only attracted the favor of birds, but also attracted the peeping of naughty friends from near and far neighbors.

One night, the school rehearsed the dance, came back a little late and was about to step into the house. An amazing scene appeared before my eyes. Those friends who lie in ambush around the petal rack just because they want to steal grapes, because my appearance has disrupted their plans, and they are scared like frightened birds. When I was in shock, they had already fled.

In this way, in the troubles day after day, the vines are still swaying in the breeze. It ushered in the harvest picking season with mature and abundant pace. Looking at the tree, purple grapes and the joy of harvest permeated everyone's face. Flowers and birds enjoy this happy time with us.

After picking, my mother will give our brothers and sisters an equal share of early adopters to satisfy their desires, and will also let us send some to our neighbors. Perhaps, the neighbors of that era were so interactive and harmonious!

Four seasons flow, such as tearing the years. The good years of the vine have disappeared, and it has reached the twilight of the old branches and roots. There were few grapes on the tree, so my father cut it down in a rage.

Many years later, whenever I step into the house and can't see the vine that once accompanied me and brought me happiness, my heart will feel dull pain and mixed feelings, and my inner attachment will be hard to let go. I have too many regrets about this. In fact, it has always been rooted in my heart.

The yard at night is still quiet and warm, and the brightness of the moon covers the whole earth. The vines that grew up with us have long been stories in time, and they are collected in childhood memories with the laughter of friends.

Note: This article was revised on June 29th, 20021year.