Pumpkin prose

In the impression of many people, pumpkin is just an ordinary pumpkin, which can be picked for cooking, cooking soup, or made into pumpkin pie with rice flour. Delicious. Delicious.

I know pumpkins. It started with a green vine, and the green vine gave birth to many vines. They either wound around the ground or climbed the fork of the melon shed, and some naughty ones wound around the beam and climbed onto the roof to show their tenacity and prosperity.

But its roots have been deeply rooted in the land. In late summer and early autumn, it bears a blue melon head, which is its immaturity and its youth. After experiencing the heat of the whole summer and the desolate season of half autumn, the earth finally gave it a golden color, as golden as the sun, and then it would return to its ordinary life, wandering in corners and cellars, and rolling in its ordinary life.

And one autumn, in the autumn when the pumpkin was rolling around, its function was fully developed by us, full of interest and imagination.

Of course, the beginning of the story is also full of fun.

Greedy when I was a child is the nature of all children. Besides, people have long mouths and don't eat all the delicious food in the world. Why do we need it? Therefore, I am young and ignorant, besides eating something that I can eat, it seems that I have bravely tried something that I can't eat. For example, when I was about one and a half years old, I was coaxed to eat sow milk by adults; Then I vomited glass beads when I was about two years old, and finally I saved the day, so that my stomach has been very good since then, probably thanks to this baptism; As for eating soil, it is not a problem at all. I've eaten caterpillars raw. Of course, it was all a joke that was too reckless and ignorant at that time.

Because of gluttony, I have a particularly keen sense of smell for delicious food. At that time, there were so few things that I could give to my children as snacks that my sense of smell was extraordinary.

It was an ordinary night, and the family got together for dinner. My sister and I ate dinner as usual and listened to the small talk of adults. Suddenly my mother's words caught my attention.

Father said: "Some villagers may be invited to help later, and some melon seeds and tea will be prepared for them at home."

Mother said, "Everything is ready. Last year, I left a big bag of pumpkin seeds. Just blow them up. "

When I heard it, I was worried. How can this work? Usually these pumpkin seeds are my sister's favorite snack money. If they are all fried for adults, what can we eat as snacks in the future? This is simply "taking food from the tiger's mouth."

Although I am very anxious, I can't say it in my mouth. I will be scolded by my mother again, so I have to think of other ways. So after dinner, when the adults relaxed their vigilance against our "rampage", I took my sister into the room and told my plan to "defend the rations". My sister nodded in agreement and promised not to tell.

All the plans are going well and finished. I planned it myself, and the autumn harvest was particularly busy that year, because the harvest adults completely ignored some trivial things in life and our little tricks and devoted themselves to production.

After the busy autumn harvest, one day my mother suddenly said that she would take my sister and me to my grandmother's house for a while. Only after I went did I know that my grandmother accidentally broke her left leg during the autumn harvest and needed her mother's care. My mother took my sister and me to live at my grandmother's house, which is convenient for taking care of my grandmother and us, because she was afraid that my father would not take care of us well.

However, this stay is only two or three months, and grandma's injury has recovered slowly. Because of old age, the activity of physical function has dropped a lot. I can't help but worry inexplicably, not only grandma's injury, but also my little plan, which has always been in my heart.

Seeing that the weather is getting colder and colder, grandma's legs have not improved. We only sneak home once or twice once in a while and hurry back to grandma's house. I walked around and didn't have time to stay long. Gradually, I focused my attention on grandma and mom's leg injuries. It really hurts to see her in pain, and I forgot everything else.

After a winter's ordeal, grandma was reborn under our care and was able to walk on the ground completely. We are all around her and working hard for her.

She was happy for her recovery, and she smiled happily herself. At that time, she thought: Wow! Time is so beautiful that it can take away many things and repair many things.

It is also a very happy thing that we can finally go home. Although our family was poor at that time, until now we always feel that there is a force pulling our inner yearning. Everyone was very happy the day we went home. In the evening, my father killed a chicken. Everyone is as happy together as meeting after a long separation, and everything else is forgotten.

Of course, the good times will not stop, and all the time is fleeting, whether you choose to remember or forget.

The next spring, one morning, I went to school in the birdsong and breeze. When I passed a section of earth wall outside my main room, a large clump of green things appeared in the corner. I asked my sister to come and have a closer look. It turned out to be a bunch of newborn melon seedlings, and the moss on the tender stems was milky white. The head of the stem is symmetrically covered with two thick small green leaves, which looks like a baby peeking at this novel world in the corner. They look full of vitality and infinite possibilities, gentle and beautiful, and people can't put it down. Sure enough, spring always gives people hope and surprise.

My sister suddenly pulled my skirt and made a small look. This subtle hint immediately reminded me that these lovely elves appeared in the corner like this.

Suddenly, I was a little worried. If these elves were discovered by my mother, my plan to "defend the rations" would not have been discovered. I found out, and it's nothing. Being scolded by my mother is a big deal, but it is spread as a joke by my mother. How can I save face? With this in mind, I had an idea that the evidence must be destroyed. I put my hand into the roots of the melon seedlings and prepared to uproot them so that they would not be found. Seeing this, my sister grabbed my hand and shook her head. Her eyes are full of light. At that moment, it was so beautiful and vivid. I stopped and looked at those melon seedlings again. They are as beautiful and vivid as my sister's eyes, and I can't help feeling pity.

I really can't do it, and my heart began to strongly contradict my just behavior, and even some self-reproach. Anyway, I took my sister and got up and walked in the direction of school. Let these elves grow freely, whether they laugh or not.

As time goes by, those melons grow up day by day. It seems that my mother didn't find all this, and I am gradually relieved. My sister and I pass by the earthen wall every day after school to see those melon seedlings. We are as happy as making new friends, accompanying them and growing up with us.

One evening, when we came home from school and passed the earthen wall, we found that both Gua and Xin Wei had disappeared, leaving only a big pit. I knew someone must have dug them up and felt inexplicably lost. My sister has tears in her eyes. We searched everywhere and finally saw a busy figure in my backyard. It's my mother. She planted rice seedlings in the newly turned soil, and our hearts suddenly stabilized, and there were some inexplicable worries. But at that moment, I was extremely grateful to my mother. She not only gave Miao a new world, but also was no longer crowded. She also gave me nutrition in my life to grow up and learn things that were difficult to understand at that time. Mother found us standing, looked at her uniformly, turned and smiled at us, and buried herself in cultivating new soil for melon seedlings.

That year, because I accumulated something in my heart, the days I could feel seemed different from before. It seems that I am no longer that reckless and ignorant child, and I have begun to learn to care, to expect and to be grateful.

Until that autumn morning, when we were all sleeping, we suddenly heard a flock of chickens cackling, which scared us all to run to the backyard. It turned out that a ripe pumpkin suddenly fell from the melon shed above the pool and fell into the pool full of clear water. Bang, the water splashed everywhere, and a flock of chickens flew around in horror.

Pumpkins have a bumper harvest. There are too many pumpkins in the backyard, which are covered with melon sheds, roofs and back walls like lanterns, and even sneak into chicken coops. Huang Chengcheng is very spectacular.

So everyone found bamboo baskets, cauldrons and wooden barrels, climbed up the wall, shed and roof, and began to pick pumpkins. Golden pumpkins rolled around in the backyard, and my sister and I simply moved the roundest and biggest pumpkin into the hall as a ball. You push it to my side, I push it to your side, and we have a good time.

After a busy day, the adults finally picked all the pumpkins and piled them in the back room one by one, filling the room. My sister and I climbed up the pumpkin pile again, jumping up and down in it, sliding for a while, rolling with pumpkins for a while, and hiding the cat in the pumpkin pile for a while.

My father is worried that we will break our heads. He cut a pumpkin, then dug out the pulp inside, dug holes on both sides and put a rope on it. We put it on our heads and tie the rope, and it becomes our pumpkin helmet. We beat cows with pumpkin helmets and climbed up the high ground where pumpkins piled up, standing at the highest place like a victorious general, holding our arms high, which was very powerful.

That year, we drank pumpkin soup, ate pumpkin pie, sat on pumpkin benches and sent pumpkins to almost all villagers in the village, even tea drinkers passing by.

But my sister's secret mother and I have never been exposed. We know that she actually knew our thoughts a long time ago, and she deliberately kept it a secret.