Plum blossom prose in hometown

Spring blossoms and warm spring breeze remind me of plums in my hometown.

Plum blossom is very special, full of branches, clusters, white, without a leaf to disturb her whiteness.

At this time, I remembered the whiteness that I didn't spend for her, but the warm wind brought back my childhood memories.

I remember there was a tall plum tree in front of my hometown when I was a child. As soon as spring arrived, the grass rushed out to see the dense flowers on our plum tree. We four brothers are dolls, looking up at each other, as if all the flowers had turned into sweet and sour plums, and our mouths were watering all over the floor.

Flowers bloom and fall, leaves grow wildly, and water-drop-like balls form at the end of flower stalks. We were restless, and four dolls ran under the tree, trying to make plums grow up quickly in this way.

Children's patience is limited. We watch it every day, every day is the same. Finally, we lose patience and pay attention to other interesting things.

The days passed in our crazy play.

Last night, a storm disturbed my childhood dream. Eldest brother's sentence "Plum is ripe" made me jump out of bed, open my hazy eyes and run under the plum tree. A storm blew down many ripe plums, and the three brothers began to look for them in the grass. I found a red plum in the shelter and under the grass, which was not damaged at all. I was ecstatic to see that the plums in my brothers' hands were not ripe or damaged by falling. I shouted, "Look how good my plums are!" " They looked up and looked at me with envy. I was afraid they would take it away, so I opened my mouth and prepared to swallow it. "Don't eat!" Eldest brother's exclamation stopped my action. "Well, give it to mom and dad!" Eldest brother said, strode over and took the plum from me. I cry, I play to depend on, "why? I won't do it! " My second brother shouted impatiently at me, "You heartless and unfilial person. You don't deserve to find plums with us in the future. You should leave them for your parents to eat. Don't you understand this? " ! Your third brother will know. "I looked at my brother and he nodded. I am stupefied and confused, and I don't want to look any more. My three brothers ignored me and still struggled to find it in the grass.

My parents who came back from farm work in the field passed us by. My eldest brother greeted us first and took out two red berries. I found one, one for my father and one for my mother. "Today, Lao Yao was lucky to find two good plums and give them to your children." My parents seemed to understand something when they saw my unhappy expression. My mother smiled and said to me, "My sons are still filial. It's no use raising you, but I have a toothache today. How about this for the old man? " Dad also said that he had a toothache and wanted to give it to me. I blushed and said to my parents, "That won't do. This is specially prepared for you by our four brothers. You must eat. " My brothers all looked at me approvingly. I'm proud and I feel great. Mom and dad put unwashed plums in their mouths and ate them. There was a sweet smile on their faces, and all four of us smiled, feeling sweeter than eating ourselves. At this time, the three brothers took out the plums they found and put them together for me to choose first. Only then did I notice that they didn't eat at all.

After this time, I understand the rules of picking plums: leave them to mom and dad, and don't eat them first. After the search, let's pick together and let the youngest choose first.

More than a month before and after plum ripening is our happy time. We scramble to get up every day and are proud of finding plums for our parents.

We never grow ripe plums directly from trees. We like the process of Xun Mei, and we like the continuation of this process even more. It is still so warm to think of it now.

Although I am now in my thirties, I still remember this incident vividly, and its influence on me can be said to be lifelong.

A few years ago, my daughter came back from her hometown. She is also my age to pick plums under the tree. When I got home, I took plums out of my pocket and ate them. We exclaimed, "Why not wash it?" She said: "We Yanglin people are all like this." My wife and I both laughed. After laughing, I remembered when I picked plums. There are rules for eating and picking plums. My daughter learned the rules of eating plums. Where did she learn the rules of picking plums? Children nowadays are seldom grateful. Does this have anything to do with their childhood education? How to make up? … …

200 1 My father died and my mother was old. She followed me to the town where I worked, and my parents' self-reflection on parenting didn't really repay me.

Whenever spring comes, I will think of the plum blossoms in my hometown, the plum blossoms full of trees, which are filial flowers! The flower of gratitude!