Prose of Peach Blossom Garden

"April rain urges flowers to bloom in May, and several summers are fruitful." As the saying goes, the flowers in spring are brilliant, and the fruits in summer are fat after all. With the breeze in spring and March, the flowers are red, the trees are green, the wind is drunk, and things wake up. I can't help thinking of my own poem-"A hundred flowers blossom in spring in Fang Ting, and the spring breeze dances and laughs proudly. Peach and plum are fragrant, refreshing and straight into Bixiao. " Looking around, peach blossoms are full of eyes, pink and tender, and bundles of enthusiasm. Large tracts, like clouds, with delicate leaves, dancing in the wind and carefree. Being in such a peach blossom garden makes people forget everything, as if being in a Yaochi, a fairyland and a sea of flowers. Is this also a person's sight? In this pink peach blossom, I have become an elegant red cloud with a faint face. My heart is very long. Has the flower fairy really been here, or is it not on earth? This is a paradise and a dream. If I can live here for a long time, I would rather never grow old. How can I bear to leave this beautiful flower at dusk? The evening breeze is blowing, the flowers are smiling and the eyes are hazy. Later, I learned that it must be full of fresh peaches, crystal clear. Those memories related to Taoyuan left to me are like stars in the long river of memories, blurred and flashing, distant and dense.

As long as I can remember, my father has contracted more than ten acres of Taoyuan. At first, he managed it himself. Finally, due to the large number of children and the heavy burden at home, my father was too busy to do it alone, so he partnered with an uncle in the village to run Taoyuan. At that time, I was still in the first grade of primary school, and my father always came home once in a long time. I was curious. I asked my mother before I knew that my father had built a wooden shed in Taoyuan, where he would mow, fertilize and water more than ten acres of land every day. In spring, flowers are pinched and trees are striped; Build peach trees in winter and cut off unnecessary branches. It was not until I was in the third grade that I really saw my own Taoyuan. From then on, I became the little master of Taoyuan. Every weekend, my father will take our sisters to the fields to mow grass and fertilize. At that time, I already knew that the earliest peach ripened in April and a half, so I named it "April and a half". This kind of peach is very small and oval. The tip is red, and the area is white and green. The biggest one is not as big as an egg. But it is not easy to store, and it takes about ten days from maturity to completion. Today, if you are ripe, you will see big peaches all over the ground in a couple of days. So at this time, our family scrambled to pick peaches, and of course, our sisters became necessary soldiers. Everyone carries a big basket, and everyone picks the ripe fresh peaches neatly and puts them in boxes. Every time I pick a basket full of peaches, it's too heavy to lift. But I think I must be strong. When no one can help me, I can only help myself. Every time I think about it, I will try my best to get away with it. The guests pulling peaches in the truck watched us coming and going with peaches for a while, and said in surprise, "Our rural children are really strong, and we adults really admire them for being able to carry so many peaches at such a young age." But they don't know that when we lie in bed at night, the whole thin body hurts badly even if we turn over. Because I am too thin, heavy objects are always embedded in my spine and ribs. Of course, it hurts. Now I think it still hurts.

When I watched the big truck pulling the peaches we picked away, I wanted to grow up quickly at that moment. I remember very clearly that a large box of peaches was only two yuan at that time, and then it was four yuan. After two busy days, when we were too tired to tell the direction, we only got less than 300 yuan when we saw our father's face covered with dirty dust. It is more common to sell more than 100 yuan each time. Think about it, so little money has to be shared equally with that uncle, and the rest can be imagined. When we are busy with everything, we choose the biggest peach, eat it casually with peach leaves, and eat it with big mouths. It turned out that it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon when we came to the field in the morning. The feeling of not eating is really hard. But peaches can still be full.

Peaches are the only fruits with fur. Especially in hot weather, in the golden sun, those hairs are flying in the sun, which looks particularly clear. In the process of picking, peach hair will stick to people's clothes It even flies to the arms and face, and it hurts when exposed to the sun. I want to cry several times. I have never understood why my companions can have happy weekends and holidays, and why there is always so much endless farm work at home. Do what adults do at such a young age. But when I think about it today, I'm glad it was also a kind of training.

After April, the rest of the peaches ripened one after another, especially after May. It seems that all the peaches are ripe overnight, which happens to be the fifth month of the lunar calendar. It is already the season for rural people to harvest wheat, which will bring more rain. For my family, it's more like a dragon's mouth grabbing food and a tiger's mouth grabbing peaches. I remember at that time, my father was always anxious. When there was no one in the village, he went to the neighboring village to look for it. I didn't go home until almost midnight to find the peach picker. My mother is in charge of harvesting wheat at home and my father takes us to pick peaches. There are about ten people picking peaches at a time. Looking at the blue bus in Tiantou, I know I will take the whole bus away this day. Father received more than 300 boxes or boxes. Under the requirements of the size of the guests' needs, we started our hard work. From morning till noon, most people are so tired that they go home with a basket of peaches. The garden is our own, and we can't leave. Even if we are tired, we should stick to it. At noon, dad found some wild vegetables and cooked noodles for us. Because of the difficulty of water source or limited conditions, such a bowl of rice did not drink soup. Apart from broad white flour and some wild vegetable leaves, when we are hungry, our sisters will gobble up a big bowl. At the end of the meal, I still vaguely remember the small sand deposited at the bottom of the bowl. After all, peach trees are born in sand, so everything there is related to sand. After dinner, I took a casual nap against an old peach tree and started my afternoon work again.

A basket, a basket, is heavy, but our sisters are very strong, because we all know that all the guests who pull peaches leave near dusk, and most of them are from Guangdong and Hebei. I can't finish picking ripe peaches today, and it's still unknown whether the guests will come tomorrow, and the peaches will land. When I poured a basket of peaches into the big box, I realized that I needed to keep picking, because only a dozen baskets could fill a basket. When I was carrying a basket full of peaches, my little feet sank deep into the sand. Every step, the sand will be lifted and even poured into my shoes. Even if my feet were polished by sand, even if a big basket of peaches made my back ache, I would still insist, because no one could help me at that time. Father is carrying a big laundry list, watching the big laundry list cover his thin body, watching his body bent by heavy objects, and his thin legs are still walking forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow on the soft beach. My heart is like a needle. Seeing my father, do I still have reason to say that I am tired? Do I still feel bitter? After all, I am still a child with strong vitality. If I'm a little tired and bitter, that's all right. At this time, my strength came. And my sisters, they are very strong, do I need to shrink back? We won't breathe a long sigh of relief until we pick up those hundreds of boxes and know that today's tasks are all completed.

Watching Lataoke put hundreds of dollars into his father's chapped hand, he counted the money trembling. I will never forget that scene in my life. All the hardships, all the hardships are won by these bills. I know that my father relies on this money to support his family, and I also know that there will be no other income in our family except Taoyuan. When my father shared the money with my uncle and put it in his close pocket, the old man's face was full of knowing smiles. However, my father's smile made my heart feel infinite sadness. At that time, I was twelve years old at most, but I could already feel my father's bitterness and the pain of life. It's the family. I've experienced a lot, but I'm mature early. How envious we are when our sisters are walking home in the afterglow of the sunset and watching our friends of the same size disappear all the way on bicycles. But no matter how tired we are, we still have to walk the four miles. Maybe it's because we are so tired that our sisters all look listless. When we got home, we fell asleep on the kang. If it rains in the middle of the night, you have to get up to harvest wheat. When I opened my eyes the next day, I could feel the pain in my bones deeply. Even if it hurts badly, I will go to the field to finish today's work. In this way, we didn't feel a little relaxed until around June, when the maturity of peaches passed. Because peaches are too common in our eyes. Generally, we don't eat peaches, not that we don't like them. It seems that we have no time to taste peaches.

Isn't it? When the peach blossoms are in full bloom, we only pay attention to fertilizing and watering the peach trees, but forget to appreciate the beautiful flowering period. In less than two weeks, the flowering period will be over, but we will harvest the fruit the size of a finger belly. After a few weeks of digging and weeding, peaches will grow up, and this period is also the most critical, because we are afraid of storms, otherwise the fruits will fall one after another; Afraid of the sun exposure, it will dry the land and can't supply enough water to the fruit. After this critical moment, it is our most leisurely time. Peaches are about to mature, and children will break them or adults will pick them. My sisters and I take turns taking care of peaches in Taoyuan. Those days may be the most leisurely time. We just sit on the ridge and don't work, which is much easier than weeding and watering peaches. At that time, I always took a few books and read them over and over again. What surprises me even more is that I have finished writing a thick notebook, and the children can't write anything magical, but simple words will also bloom beautiful flowers in a tender heart. Every morning when I go to Taoyuan, my mother will pack me some steamed buns or two sweet potatoes. By the way, bring a bottle of water, which is my food for a day. Along the path, accompanied by birds singing and morning breeze, I hummed and arrived in Taoyuan in about an hour. At this time, it is time for the sun to splash. The whole peach garden is covered with green leaves and glittering with gold. Peaches are swaying all over the tree, pink, white and green, with a faint fragrance. I started a happy and free day. I can sing aloud in Taoyuan, catch bugs by myself, pick wild flowers in the fields, read a composition by myself, write down my simple feelings with a pen, or lie alone in a shed in Xiao Mu looking forward to dusk. Hungry, I took out my steamed bread, ate a few mouthfuls and drank a few mouthfuls of water. At noon, I dozed off more I fell asleep several times and fell asleep alone in Taoyuan. At that time, I seemed not afraid of anything, but I was still brave and strong. The next day, it was my sister's turn to look after peaches in Taoyuan. In this way, we took turns to take care of it, and I don't know how many days passed. We didn't start picking peaches again until they were officially ripe.

I remember one time, my father brought a lot of boxes because he didn't have time to pick enough peaches in the afternoon of harvesting wheat. The guest said to pick up the goods at noon the next day. I spent that night alone in the field, with only a dozen boxes of peaches beside me. This reminds me of bitterness. In fact, I was in the sixth grade at that time, about thirteen years old. Because there is a lot of wheat in the field, parents have to grab it. There were no harvesters at that time. Adults cut wheat with sickles, then spread it in the yard when the sun is shining, and then grind it. The procedure is extremely complicated. That night, I didn't feel scared at first, but at eleven o'clock, I heard the crow. It's so sad. I shivered a few times and shivered in fear all night. The next day, when I saw the sun still shining on me, I was so happy that I felt that I had accomplished a great thing. I spent the next few nights with my sister. I fell asleep unconsciously while singing and telling stories. The next day, even if I am hungry again, only peaches in the garden and steamed bread in the bag can satisfy my hunger.

As time goes by, no one can grasp the past, only cherish the present. Such days have occupied almost ten years in my growing up. It was not until I finished normal school and took part in work that my father officially cut down the peach trees in Taohuayuan.

Accustomed to this simple poverty, I also know the true taste of life. People need to face the environment strongly when they are alive, just like a seed, whether it is barren or fertile, they must strive to grow. When the peach ripening season comes, I always see many old people selling peaches in stalls. When I saw their gray faces and the ripe peaches in the booth, I couldn't help thinking of my father and my years in Taoyuan, which were too bitter and happy. By the way, I bought some peaches to take home, and I tasted them quietly. This sweet and soft feeling penetrated into my soul. ...