Beautiful prose about fruits

Fruit Notes

When I was a child, I had the experience of living in a rural area. I had two small houses. Two neem trees were planted in front of the door, and there was a small courtyard behind the house. Xing built a brick wall, and the courtyard wall was a circle of black locust trees. Under the black locust trees were alternating bushes, which were densely planted, forming a natural courtyard. There is a citrus tree, a persimmon tree, and a grape vine in the backyard, which I took cuttings from. The trees grow towards the sky, and vegetables are grown in the open space under the trees. The most impressive ones are garlic sprouts and tomatoes.

Tomatoes are very delicious, especially the sky-red ones. They are not picked by force. They are sweet and soft, and you can eat them without getting upset. They pay special attention to the hardworking farmers. After peeling them off, they look like a red tomato. Peony, suck it and eat it thoroughly, and it will be pressed all over your body. My cousin eats the most of the tomatoes in my backyard: I wash the tomatoes and offer them to him, as if I was filial to my elders, in order to beg him to open his mouth and tell stories on the cool nights of the long summer.

My cousin is really good too. He was let go to work for a day, but I couldn’t help but pester him at night. He searched all the dry intestines, sucked the soft and sweet tomatoes, raised his head to think, and lowered his head to satisfy my thirst for knowledge. He told many stories that I don’t remember, but one story left a deep impression on me, and it later entered my dream.

My cousin said that one year when the team was working on a dry pond, the water pump drained out all the water in the pond. In front of us was an empty mud pond. The expected sight of a group of fish churning did not appear. There was only one big herring in the empty pond. It lies quietly in the middle of the mud pond. As soon as the members jumped off the pond ridge, they saw the big herring raise its head and spit out water. The pond was immediately filled with water.

The man who jumped down took a bath, got up and pumped the water again. When the water was drained, the big herring raised his head again and spit out a mouthful of water. The pond was immediately full again. The members were shocked and became cruel, so they turned on the switch and pumped the water again. When the water was drained, the big herring spat out another mouthful of water, and the pond was full again. This is already the third sip of water. The members were frightened and said that the big herring vomited three times in a row. It must have finished spitting out the water. Close the gate and suck it to death! Having said that, no one dares to push the knife. This story entered my dream, so I still remember it.

Tomatoes have become less and less delicious in the past decade, and eating them raw is even more delusional. I remember whether it was Spain or Italy, there was some kind of tomato festival. On the day of the festival, people used ripe tomatoes to fight. Whoever had more tomatoes smashed on him would have a good tomato harvest in the coming year. I once joked to people that if tomatoes produced in China were used as medicine during the Tomato Festival, someone would probably be smashed to death. The reason is that Chinese tomatoes are as hard as potatoes.

Over the past ten years, many people have settled in the city. After dealing with them for a long time, I also know their preferences. For example, I have a preference for fruits in four seasons. Ming place. One of these fruits is the peach. I am used to calling peaches hairy peaches. This is not only because the surface of the peach is hairy, but also because children and monkeys love to eat it, which means hairy hands and feet. Later, a fruit that looked like a plum but was named a peach appeared on the market, and they were all called nectarines. I have never been interested in it. You can say how delicious it is, and you can still spit out a pit after eating it, but I can't accept it. This kind of peach.

When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I lived with my mother in the Zhizhi Forestry Farm. Life in the forest farm for educated youths was hard, and I couldn’t remember any delicious fruits I ate. On the contrary, I have a deep memory of two vegetables that I often eat in the cafeteria, one is pumpkin and the other is broad beans. There is a large pot of pumpkin, which is yellow, almost like stool; a large pot of broad beans is boiled, and the black soup is like ink.

These two vegetables contain salt but no oil and are unpalatable. I don't like to eat it myself, but watching a knowledgeable teacher eat it, with his cheeks bulging, fascinates me. It's far more delicious than eating it in person. One year, it was long after the peaches were out of season. One evening, one of my uncles brought a crumpled peach and said that it had been swept out from under the cupboard. It might have rolled in when the peaches were being sorted. No mice or people found it. I found that a broom was coming out from the cleaning service that day. I was reluctant to eat it, so I brought it to me.

I don’t remember how I felt. I only remember that I removed the fur and sucked on it for a few times before biting it with my teeth. I still remember this little thing. It was probably because I was malnourished when I was a child. I was too weak to fight and often begged for alms in secret.

Such a skinny peach looks a lot like me eating it.

My childhood playmate’s name is Xiaohong. I have laughed at this name since I was a child, and it doesn’t sound right to a boy named Hong. When I grow up and learn that there is a word "Hong", I realize that the person I should laugh at is my ignorant self, not my very good partner. We were born in the same year, I am smaller and he is bigger, and in terms of agility, the reverse is true.

One summer when the water rose, the ponds in front of and behind the village were connected, and the farmland in the ditches, roads, and roads were filled with yellow muddy water. Xiaohong invited me to go swimming. He said he wanted to catch fish, but actually he wanted to pick up ready-made things to eat, such as watermelons. The two dwarfs of us walked straight to the watermelon field far south of the village with waist-deep yellow water.

We have no fear, we just wish we could wash a big watermelon in the running water to our chests, that would be great. Unfortunately, I was unlucky and never saw a stray watermelon. Finally, I reached the watermelon field, but there was still no round thing. We went up the high slope, climbed up the small mound like a high bank, and saw a group of adults behind a clump of trees.

I was timid, but Xiaohong was not timid. He pointed at a pile of watermelons on the dirt floor and shamelessly begged for melons. One person reprimanded and said: "You two are not afraid of drowning!" Xiaohong smiled naively and begged him for a small melon. The man didn't object, he picked up a small watermelon, cracked it open and handed it to us. I was so happy while eating the muddy water that was like yellow soup, it was finally worth the trip.

Watermelon is a rare thing, because there are no private households growing it in our area, and public ones are rare. When the watermelon matures, we can't help but miss it. My eldest uncle is a worker and distributes watermelons in the summer. That year he kindly gave a big watermelon to my family, but I couldn’t carry it. My cousin helped me carry it. Halfway through, the watermelon gurgled from behind my shoulder to the ground, and there was a roar. The watermelon was smashed and my cousin was in a daze. I fell to the ground and cried sadly in front of the watermelon's body.

My uncle Yousheng passed by, picked up a large piece of watermelon, kicked away the small pieces, and shouted: "Crying devil! Take it back to the deed!" It was a blessing in disguise. Originally, the watermelon had to wait for Master Tianhei to return. Food can only be opened at home, now it’s ready, there’s no need to wait. I cut a big piece for my cousin, and I held a piece for myself. The two of them smiled at each other.

Originally there was a sweet melon called the Bafang melon, which was similar in color to a round cantaloupe, but had two major differences. Bafang refers to the shape of the melon. It is not round, but has eight tombs, like a long octagon. In addition, after peeling, the inside is green, just like green lettuce, green and beautiful; if it is served on a white porcelain plate, it is called green and white.

An elder in my family, whom we call Grandpa Fourth, has an eye problem and talks about heroes and knights, which often attracts a bunch of brats to follow him. One time I made a pair of bows and arrows and thought they should be reviewed and approved by Fourth Grandpa, so I rushed to his house. Fourth Grandpa said: "It's not good for bows and arrows. You should use beef tendon as the string. Dragon tendon is the best!"

I begged: "Fourth Grandpa, please shoot one at your home!" Fourth Grandpa He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aimed at the sycamore tree in front of the house, and said, "In the past, I could shoot the crows in the corner of the house!" As soon as he let go, the arrow fell into the air and did not go out. He put it on again, drew the bow and released it, but the arrow fell again. He pulled hard one last time and the string snapped.

Grandpa Four’s surroundings gradually became deserted. The brats knew that he was a boastful executioner and ignored him. I am a nostalgic master, and I still visit him sometimes. When he went back, he saw a big eight-square melon parked on his Eight Immortals table, which made him envious.

When the Fourth Grandpa saw me coming alone, he stood up and opened the Bafang Melon with his knife, then cut off small pieces. While doing so, he said to me: "I just drove away the two brothers Wenzi and Wuzi! They two They are like ghosts. Just when you want to contract something, they will appear out of nowhere and be shameless! "Wenzi and Wuzi are his grandsons. Fourth Grandpa handed me one, and I suddenly became polite and ran away! Past events related to fruits

For as long as I can remember, there has been a peach tree in the south of my yard. In March, I am not interested in the scorching peach blossoms. I just hope that they will wither quickly and give birth to little peaches. Entering May, watching the peaches like green beans growing up day by day, my little excitement is getting higher and higher day by day.

Sometimes I would hold a small stool and sit under the peach tree with my back against it. I would raise my head and stare longingly at the peaches covered in a thin layer of frost in the bushes, swallowing involuntarily. After finally waiting for the peach to be bigger than a ping pong ball, with its skin turning green and white, I hurriedly climbed up the tree, picked the biggest one, sat down on the tree branch, and couldn't wait to take a bite. I saw the flesh of the fruit turned white, and I ate it. It doesn't taste sweet at all, but has a green and astringent taste. Unwilling to give in, I took another bite, chewed it a few times, and quickly spit it out. It turned out that the peach core was not yet hard, so I bit it open and bit into a piece of bitter peach kernel.

In fact, the peaches on my peach tree are not necessarily very tasty even when they are ripe. I remember that my father once carried a small basket of peaches and went to the movie theater in the square to buy them for a penny each. Many children bought peaches, took one bite and threw them away. He also said that my father cheated money.

The peach tree is wild and has not been grafted. The peaches it produces are small in size and are eaten by insects and birds. They become more bland and tasteless and are commonly known as hairy peaches. But that peach tree accompanied me through my childhood and adolescence, leaving many beautiful and warm memories and jokes for my brothers and me.

The fifth grandmother who lives in the old house has a tangerine tree at the back door of her house. The tangerine tree is not tall and is evergreen all year round. There are sharp thorns on the branches. If you are not careful, you will be stabbed and hurt. Every summer, the tangerine tree begins to grow tangerines. I saw that it was green all over, its skin was wrinkled and covered with ugly bumps. Summer hasn’t even ended yet, so we started thinking about tangerines. Make an appointment with two or three children, and one or two sweet-talking children will come in first, calling "Fifth Grandma" and pretending to help Fifth Grandma sweep the floor and pick up eggs. Another clever child went around to the back door of Grandma Wu’s house and pounced on the tangerine tree. At the risk of being pricked, he twisted off a few large tangerines and threw them across the ditch. Then he walked empty-handed in front of Fifth Grandma's door, winked at us, indicating that he had succeeded, and we hurriedly said goodbye to Fifth Grandma.

The Fifth Grandma’s legs were a little lame, but she was not confused at all. She smiled and scolded us: “You little hozens, do you think I can’t understand the little tricks you are playing? Why are you here to help me? It’s not like you’re stealing my tangerines under the guise of doing something. It’s just that these tangerines are not ripe yet, so you can’t eat them. I will let you eat them when they are ripe.”

The problem is that even when Fifth Grandma’s citrus fruits are ripe, they don’t taste good! After one bite, it was so sour that we grinned, held our cheeks in our hands and sucked in the cold air, and almost rolled on the floor. Not to mention the raw wolfberry, which is not only sour but also astringent. When the skin is peeled off, the acid juice contained in the thick skin will burst out everywhere. If it hits the eyes, the sour juice will immediately make tears flow, and I really want to cry.

My Fifth Grandma is a kind-hearted old man. Every autumn when the tangerines are ripe, she will carry them in her lapels and deliver them to her nephews and grandchildren one by one. But we still can’t help but want to steal! Thinking about it now, I probably didn’t really want to eat that tangerine at that time, but just enjoyed some kind of adventurous behavior that belonged to us, or were looking for some kind of excitement.