Orange mature prose

There is a small river outside Qingyang town. If you walk along the east side of the river, you will see an orange forest. In autumn, the river wind is wrapped in bursts of orange fragrance, which goes straight into the hearts of pedestrians, not strong or weak, just right. There is a three-room thatched cottage in the depths of the orange forest, and some fields have been opened on both sides of the thatched cottage for vegetable gardens.

The owner of this forest is a very kind girl. In autumn, passers-by shouted at the Woods when they were thirsty. She went into the Woods and picked some big and red oranges for them to eat. When others thanked her, she just nodded shyly. If someone wants something in return, she will shake her head like a frightened deer and then quickly return to the Woods. Later, people knew that she couldn't speak, so they called her a dumb girl.

The dumb girl is thirteen years old this year. Although she used to be a child, she is strong enough to carry two buckets of water to water her garden. Every year, except for the snacks left for my father, I take them to town to buy them. The vegetables grown by the dumb girl's family are very delicious and popular with the people in the town. When a familiar person comes to buy it, she will take a few more onions or grab a handful of green peppers and put them in a weighed plate.

This autumn, the vegetables in the garden are growing well, and two cabbages can earn a catty. The night before, the dumb girl tied all kinds of vegetables with straw ropes and picked a basket of oranges. The next morning, just one morning, the dumb girl's apron bag was full of ten-cent notes.

With money, Sargam went to the grocery store to buy a bag of salt and a bottle of oil. When I came out, I saw a new rouge shop in town. The wife of shop-owner with white powder on her face is shouting enthusiastically. The dumb girl saw that there was more money in her bag than usual, so she followed the boss's cry and entered the shop.

The window is painted with delicate rouge, enamel and white jade ... and the box is engraved with pink lilies. The dumb girl was attracted at once and stared at the things in the window. The proprietress turned around and saw the dumb girl, wearing a thin' cotton coat' and a bamboo light coat outside. She went into the shop and patted the dumb girl on the shoulder. The dumb girl turned around and gestured happily in front of her. The proprietress looked at her doubtfully, shook her hand and pointed impatiently to the corner. The dumb girl took back her gesticulating hand and walked into the corner. There is a big bamboo board with rouge on it, but it's all wooden boxes without carving. This reminds Sargam that many years ago, her mother also had such rouge. Her father gave it to her on her birthday, but her mother was reluctant to use it. But she was naughty and wiped her face behind her mother's back. As a result, she blushed so much that her mother thought she had a fever, as red as her father's nose and cheeks. The dumb girl picked up one of the boxes and asked the proprietress the price. The proprietress stretched out five fingers. The dumb girl held her apron bag with her head down, thinking about buying wine for her father later, and reluctantly put the box of rouge back on the bamboo board.

Out of the rouge shop, the dumb girl ran to Qingyang pub. As soon as the shopkeeper saw the smiling dumb girl, he shouted to Xiao Er, "Two glasses of wine!" " . The dumb girl carefully took the glass bottle, flattened the crumpled money in the bag and handed it to the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper smiled at her in a friendly way and gave her a bag of twist when she left.

Late autumn evening, a refreshing orange fragrance pounced on the dumb girl on her way home. I used to smell this smell when I was selling vegetables with my parents on my way home. My mother told the dumb girl that it smelled like "oranges are ripe". The dumb girl remembered the days when her mother was still there, and her mother was in charge of the vegetable garden and orange forest at home. After his father brought water, Sargam helped his mother water one by one. In addition to growing vegetables, dad will go fishing in the river to sell. My father is like a nemesis for swimming in the river. He is sharp-eyed and quick-handed. Soon, the net was full of fish. The dumb girl likes to go fishing with her father because she can play barefoot in the water. She always goes against the current and feels the power of water. Sometimes, she can help her father add some loaches to his net. When the father and the daughter returned home with a full load, the mother had already prepared a table of food. After dinner, my father helped my mother wash the dishes in the kitchen, while the dumb girl got into the orange grove and picked three oranges. After careful comparison, she chose the best two and put them on the table.

"Oranges are ripe this year." The dumb girl thought of this when she went home through the orange grove, so she carefully selected three oranges that she thought were the best and took them home with other things.

Father collapsed on the threshold, his nose and cheeks were red and he burped from time to time. Sargam looked at his father and then at the mound that looked like a square on the hill not far away. There are also some small oranges on the orange tree in front of the mound. She went to her father, put the bottle under the threshold, peeled an orange and handed it to him. Father stared at the orange for a long time, raised his stiff hand and sent a petal of orange to his mouth.

In the evening, my father fell asleep peacefully without looking for wine. The dumb girl lay in bed and soon lost consciousness.

Father walked down the street with fresh vegetables and oranges and saw a rouge shop. The rouge box in the window shone brightly and led my father in inexplicably.

"How much is this rouge?" My father asked the proprietress with his eyes askance.

"Rouge for oranges and glass bottles."

"Is this rouge? ! "Father bowed at the same time and reached for it.

This rouge is a good product. The proprietress quickly reached out and stopped her father's hand-"the bottle and orange are going to be exchanged!" " "

"Why can't I buy it with money?" Father looked at the proprietress doubtfully.

"You have to change the bottle into an orange!" The proprietress can't say anything.

"good!" Father took out oranges and bottles and handed them to the proprietress, and at the same time accepted the rouge in the window.

The next day, when the dumb girl made breakfast to wake her father, her father disappeared, and the bottle under the threshold disappeared, except for three ripe oranges on the table.