Walnut tree in the old house

Ever since I got married, when I was away from my hometown and tossing and turning under the covers, I often couldn't get rid of the walnut tree in my old house.

Today's old house has only two wing rooms. Since my parents moved to their new home, the old house has been abandoned. The blue bricks and tiles have withered a lot, and the holes in the wall and the broken tiles are all marked with time. The two iron doors have already taken off the festive red paint, and the rusty locks have to be opened with some effort.

The square yard was filled with a lot of earth when it was ready to build a house. Now the yard is 2 or 3 centimeters higher than the road outside the door. The idle yard makes me come to reclaim it every spring. Many fruit trees and vegetables have been planted, but little has been received. Because no one takes care of it, the fruit radish that is often planted is already healthy when it is picked. Sunflowers are not pruned, but covered with flowers of all sizes, each of which is a shriveled melon seed. Fruit corn has also grown into an old ear of corn as big as a fist ...

When I go to the old house again this autumn, the weeds in the garden are gone, exposing the bare land, and more than a dozen cotton are in solitary bloom. It was my mother who lent the yard to grandma, raised a group of chickens, ducks and geese, ate up all the weeds in the yard, even the pumpkins planted in spring were gnawed in ruins, and some cotton had been pecked out by the geese, so I have to admire the geese's power.

The walnut tree in the yard has been eight years old, and this year it is suddenly full of fruits, which makes me very surprised. The walnut tree was planted by my grandmother and me. The reason why I often think of this walnut tree is because my grandmother left in autumn that year.

In the first few years after the walnut tree was planted, it never flourished. My mother always said that she would cut it down, but I stopped her. There is no one living in the yard, and there is no harm in keeping it. But for six years in a row, the walnut tree didn't bear fruit, so that my mother and I both thought it was a male walnut tree. The neglected walnut tree has grown strong in the sixth year. There is no topping or grafting, and the walnut tree has jumped as high as a house of one and a half floors. Branches that stretch freely, like an umbrella, cover the west wing. Juglans regia, which is full of vitality, is more vigorous and vigorous in the desolate old yard.

In the spring of the seventh year, I didn't go back to my hometown. My mother sent me a video to tell me that the walnut tree was full of flowers this year, and it was sure to have a bumper harvest. When I visited my parents in the Mid-Autumn Festival, I went to the old house for a walk. The leaves of walnuts just began to turn yellow, and only a few walnuts could be seen vaguely on the huge tree. My husband and I tried our best to knock down only seven or eight walnuts with green skins from the branches covered by leaves. My husband is quick to help me peel out two wet walnuts. I jokingly said, "Although you started late, you have a good taste. We all ate walnuts in the first year. Don't look at the big walnut tree at home. My little nephews and daughters at home have only heard of it, but they have never seen what it looks like. "At that time, everyone decided that this was a male walnut tree.

until this year, what surprised me was not only the bare land in the yard, but also the walnut trees covered with fruits. The walnut tree is much taller this year, and I can't hit the walnuts above with a stick. I hit some green walnuts below with a long stick, and my husband and son are very happy to pick them up. Because the tree is too high, walnuts and leaves are green, so it is very difficult to find and hit them, so I give up. My father, who is busy peeling walnuts, has been dyed black by the green peel of walnuts, and the bucket at hand has been filled with half a bucket of walnuts. When I left, I looked at the countless walnuts in the height and sighed.

This winter, my father came to see my son and me, and brought a big barrel in the car. When I opened it, it was actually full of walnuts. Dad was surprised to tell the reason. When it was cold, the leaves fell out, and the walnuts began to fall off. The green peels had dried off on the trees, and the walnuts had dried and fell off one after another. My father went to pick them up every now and then, and there were almost no rotten fruits.

Looking at my son playing with walnuts, I think that my grandmother has been away for eight years, and my three-year-old son can still eat the fruit left by her grandmother. It's true that our predecessors planted trees and enjoyed the cool. The male walnut, which has never been optimistic, has now been "accumulated, and it is shameful!" ? Suddenly, I realized that the original walnut tree has been taking root and preparing for it all these years. I began to admire the spirit of the walnut tree from the bottom of my heart.

I also took some walnuts from my mother-in-law's yard this year. My mother-in-law also showed off excitedly, and the walnut trees just planted this year also bore fruit. Adding fruits from other trees, I saw more than three barrels of fruits. But when I opened the walnut, I found that six bad fruits can be produced in ten fruits. It turns out that walnuts are different from walnuts ...