Persimmon prose forever

Anyway, I can't treat persimmons as simple fruits.

In the northern mountainous areas, persimmon trees can grow even in the worst poor mountains and thin water. Persimmon trees stand proudly in the poor ravine, and their tenacious roots draw on mountain springs and clouds. Generous leaves don't let go of the unfeeling sunshine when they turn around the mountain. Crisp Shan Lan blew through the branches day and night, nourishing rich fruits, hanging on the branches like lanterns, embellishing a beautiful color, bringing sweetness and hope to the people in the mountains. We rarely see persimmons in deliberately built persimmon gardens, supermarkets or fruit stalls on the street. Persimmons come to us more because of their own production or gifts, with simple sweetness and deep homesickness. Persimmons exist in the mountains in a natural form, and any artificial restoration is redundant. It's not wild, but it doesn't need much care from people, but it can give generous dedication to mankind.

The shape of persimmon should be the most simple and honest among fruits, so that some people often use it to describe the appearance of some people. I think persimmon's broad and solid appearance is reassuring, just like the simple face and solid body of the northern mountain people, giving people a sense of security. In recent years, I have eaten a lot of southern fruits, which feel like other southern things, fresh and novel, but always not very affordable. The fruits in the south are colorful, fruity, appetizing and eye-opening, but they are not affordable, or have thick skins or large stones with a little pulp in the middle. The first taste of delicious food must be more than appetizing. Our persimmons are not like this. You can eat it all over your body. I don't talk much, but I can support my meal. One or two bites will almost fill you up. Persimmons also have a backward side. Today, with the emphasis on nutrition control and three-high diet fashion, it is still going its own way, busy absorbing the essence of the moon, making the fruit stupid and sweet, which makes many people flinch and it is not easy to say that it loves you. Persimmons are persistent and don't change themselves easily. Persimmon knows that only ravines belong to the world.

My impression of persimmons stubbornly stayed at that time with those mountain people. In the early years, people in my hometown often took out the same black rarity from that black and purple cloth pocket: black dates, walnuts and persimmons. Among them, persimmons have the most patterns, the soft ones are rotten persimmons, the hard ones are persimmons, and the best ones are persimmons covered with black oil and frost. In the same era when scarcity is the most precious thing, the sweetness brought by persimmons makes me have a magnificent imagination of mountainous areas, where people can eat persimmons freely. What could be better than this? One snowy night, the persimmon in my hometown came to my door. It was an old man and a young man who pulled a load of persimmons to the limit. They came from the mountains, pulled carts for hundreds of miles, climbed mountains and mountains all the way, and carried persimmons on their backs. Their destination is a county in the south, and they have to walk more than 100 miles, where yam is rich. When this cart of persimmons is pulled there, almost the same amount of dried yam can be exchanged. I cooked noodles for them with my highest cooking skill at that time. Three catties of noodles were boiled in water without adding any pot-stewed vegetables, which was eaten cleanly by the father and son. The distance between persimmons and me suddenly narrowed, and the romantic aura around persimmons suddenly faded in the two fathers and sons' wolfing down a car full of persimmons but not enough to eat. Persimmon is not only the fruit of the mountain people, but also carries their livelihood. It is one of the few means they can use to make their lives less difficult, and it is also one of the few gifts they can get when they visit relatives and friends. Therefore, the mountain people know more about persimmons, what kind of persimmons can be eaten, what kind of persimmons need to be processed and stored before they can be eaten, and what kind of persimmons should be classified. They all have an account in their hearts, and they arranged their homes as early as when the green persimmons hung on the branches. Persimmons have at least taken on the home life of a considerable number of mountain people, and at least taken on the functions of food, non-staple food and cultural entertainment. Any plant that grows in a barren area has more than one symbol and meaning to people who live in the same space with it. Its whole body will be fully developed and reused, serving and improving people's lives in various postures and forms. Persimmon is so full of hope and expectation on the mountain, which gives humanity kindness and nurtures future generations. Before it enters the exchange field and finally enters people's digestive tract, it is changing its dazzling way of existence in human hands. There is a joke that a mountain man went to town to buy a watch, bought an alarm clock and got a watch according to the usual requirements of selling persimmons. This is the most popular among many oral sketches that tease mountain people, but I think it reflects the origin of mountain and persimmon from at least one side. Persimmons belong to mountains, just as grapes belong to Turpan, dates belong to Iraq and lemons belong to Sicily. Persimmon belongs to the mountain, is the original ownership, and is the care of nature for this side of the water and soil. Zhong Ling is beautiful and natural, reflecting some providence.

Today's mountain people are far from being comparable to other days. Persimmons have long been retired or upgraded to pure non-staple food fruits. I know very well that my feelings with the villagers are at best homesickness. While the villagers went to work in the city, persimmon trees settled in Pingchuan on a large scale. I have seen it in the elegant courtyard more than once. I don't know why generous leaves and fruits can't arouse a strand of homesickness. Seeing these hometown trees with children from different places, my mood is very complicated. Not thick trunks are planted alone in exquisite land and small pocket yards decorated with gold. Without haze, there is no need to survive tenaciously in the cracks of rocks. This tree is different from other trees. Those fruits hanging on the branches are still bright, but they have become the topic of showing off and joking when more and more guests pass by. They no longer bear any substantive responsibilities and obligations for this family and this owner, but who stipulates that persimmon trees must live so hard and hard? Persimmon here and now, like a successful mountaineer, bought a house and spent a day safely in the city. While being fortunate, I also breathed a sigh of relief for persimmon. It got rid of the traditional heavy responsibility, just like a poor child, who was burdened with the heavy shackles of life since childhood. After all the hardships and great tasks, it finally straightened up. This shows that the child has a bright future.