Memories of watermelon

It's the season to eat melons again. Watermelon and summer are firmly tied together. There must be watermelon in summer, and there is no soul without watermelon in summer.

When I was a child, I grew watermelons at home and ate as much as I wanted. Most of them are still for sale. At that time, there were many kinds of crops planted in the field, such as corn, sorghum, soybeans, cotton, sweet potatoes, peanuts and so on. Generally, interplanting some watermelons among cotton can maximize the use of land and increase income.

One summer, grandpa sold watermelons on the roadside as usual. Watermelons were pulled by people with a cart, which was the most commonly used means of transportation for farmers at that time. I was only four or five years old that year, and my memory is a little vague. I only remember that the stairs of the roadside bank are almost half as high as mine.

My cousin and I sell melons with grandpa. In fact, the most important thing is to have fun. Have a chance to eat a melon or two. Watermelon was not as popular then as it is now, and it was also a small luxury. The three of us were playing in the bank yard across the street and ran up the stairs. We looked at the stairs half a man's height and were a little scared, but we were afraid of being left behind and no one to play with me, so we had to bite our teeth and climb up with them.

Very not easy to climb to the second floor and look down, scared to shrink back. At that time, the second floor was higher than the twentieth floor now. Even if I am standing on the twentieth floor now, I am not afraid to look down.

After playing for a while, we ran from the bank compound to the side of the road to play. I saw a small pile of sand with a light bulb on it across the road. I pointed this out to them. My cousin suddenly told my cousin that you were afraid to get the light bulb, but my cousin was not convinced and dared not go. Finally, my cousin couldn't beat him and ran across the street.

Now that I think about it, I was really not afraid of death. It's not safe on the road, but there was an accident. Just as my cousin was running in the middle of the road, suddenly a bus rushed out and hit him. He flew a few meters away and fell into a coma on the spot. Someone stopped the bus around, and my grandfather quickly picked up my cousin and sent it to a nearby health center. On that day, all the adults were waiting for news of my cousin in the hospital. I don't know whether it's because it's too hot or I'm anxious. Everyone is sweating a lot. There is a rocking electric fan on the desk, which rotates tirelessly. Fortunately, my cousin is fine.

My cousin hit a big hole in the head in front of the bus that hit my cousin. Until now, everyone still got together and said that my cousin's head was made of iron, and he couldn't even hit the bus, but at that time, everyone was really scared.

Speaking of watermelon, I must say something about my brother. My brother has a strong practical ability since he was a child, and I am far behind him in this respect. At that time, the house was full of watermelons. When my brother wants to eat melon, he will pick up a knife and open it himself. In summer, it's too hot and naked. My brother ate watermelon juice too fast and ran down his mouth to his feet. At this time, I can only be a melon eater. If I am sure to find an adult to cut melons for me, I won't eat melons as fast as my brother. He has eaten two teeth at ordinary times, and I haven't finished my first tooth yet. Besides not chewing very much, his fast eating is also related to not spitting watermelon seeds. I eat slowly, not only chewing slowly, but also spitting out watermelon seeds one by one.

One afternoon, my cousin came to my house to pick up my brother and go to his house to play. My brother wanted to go but wanted to eat watermelon at home, so it was not convenient to take it away. So he took a kitchen knife from the kitchen and opened one himself. After dinner with my cousin, he went to my aunt's house. Now my mother often tells me that my brother is very smart and has strong hands-on ability, which is different from learning to walk after I was one year old and learn to use chopsticks after being fed by adults. As a big brother, compared with my brother in these aspects, I am a war scum and a shame.

Later, we usually only planted corn as a crop there. In the past, cotton, soybeans and sesame seeds did not compete for planting, probably because planting corn was relatively less hard and the harvest was more secure. For sesame and soybean, weeding, fertilization and watering are all difficult problems, especially when harvesting crops, not to mention the unstable harvest.

But a single crop also has a bad side, at least watermelons are no longer grown at home. Nowadays, people buy watermelons in supermarkets, or some people sell watermelons in cars and in villages. They can exchange wheat or buy it directly with money. It's convenient, but it's not the fun of the past.

There are many memories about watermelon, but these are the ones that left the deepest impression on me.