The Story Prose of The Red Apple

I am an apple, a big, round, sweet and crisp red apple. At first, I was a bud, growing and sprouting on the branches of apple trees. We have four or five buds in one bud, hugging each other tightly and spending the cold winter. We are growing up day by day when the spring breeze blows. When the spring rain pours down the earth, we are also accumulating strength. When the sun is shining, we finally separate and become independent individuals and a bud. I am the bud in the middle. Another warm day, I began to bloom and turned into a beautiful apple flower. White with a hint of red, although not the most gorgeous flower in spring, but I showed my most beautiful style. The first little girl who saw me jumped up and clapped her hands happily and said, the apple is blooming, the apple is blooming. That happy look is very touching.

The flowering period of apple flowers is relatively long, and it takes more than half a month from the first flower to the last flower. Before we opened up, people were busy in the orchard. In winter, they cleaned the broken branches and pruned the fruit trees. Spring has just arrived, and chemical fertilizer will be applied. We should spray pesticides when we are still buds, and pesticides when we start to turn red, for fear of being bitten by insects. Petals fall like petal rain, and people walking in the orchard are stained by petals. At that time, we were happy. Every day, bees gather honey from us, butterflies dance around us, flowers wither and we become small apples. At first, they were only as big as soybeans. A few days later, they were as big as peanuts, and people began to spray pesticides again. All kinds of medicines, fungicides, calcium supplements, pesticides ... those pesticides are mixed together and taste terrible. I don't know how they can stand that smell.

After spraying, people began to work in the orchard again. At this time, they had little scissors in their hands and didn't know what to do. I watched them come to the fruit tree with scissors and began to cut apples with those little scissors. What is this? So I cut it off. Listen to them, just know, originally this is achene. They want to cut off the weak fruits and leave the strong ones. Looking at the scissors, they came to me. I thought to myself, don't break up with me, I haven't seen enough of this world. Thinking about scissors came to my eyes. Oh, my God, it's over this time. I closed my eyes tightly and only heard a "crack". The scissors didn't cut me, but all my companions were cut off. I was very unhappy to see them fall to the ground. Alas, I died before I achieved anything.

People are busy thinning fruits, and we are also trying to plant them. Every day, the sunshine is warm and the breeze is blowing gently, and the nutrients in the ground support our mother, the apple tree. We absorbed enough nutrition from our mother and grew round and strong, quite in the shape of an apple. At this time, people sprayed pesticides on us again. I really don't like the taste of this medicine. After spraying the medicine. I thought it was time to stop this time, right? Unexpectedly, the orchard was full of excitement. Many people came to the orchard. Wearing bibs, carrying high ladders and stools, and carrying bags, they came to the fruit tree talking and laughing. What is this for? I saw them take out a stack of paper bags from their bags, put them in the bib, take out a paper bag from the bib with their hands, spread the bag on the small apple with their other hands, and tie the mouth of the bag. In this way, small apples were packed in bags and entered a dark world. I was put in a bag like this. From then on, I lost the sunshine and the colorful world. I haven't seen enough, so I won't watch it anymore. I feel depressed and helpless. People are really capable, so let's live like this.

When the hot summer came, we were confined in a bag, only feeling sultry, listening to the wind, the rain, the singing of cicadas and the laughter of people in the orchard when they went to work on time. The owner of the orchard where I live is a young man in his thirties. His wife is about his age and has a lovely little daughter of seven or eight years old. They are often heard talking in the orchard. Sometimes I will touch me with one hand and say while touching to see if the apple has grown up. Not big, no, we have to fertilize. You can hear them fertilizing the fruit trees the next day.

In this way, we grew up in schoolbags. Beginning of autumn has passed, the heat has passed, and the millennium has come again. When people feel that there is no future, people get rid of the burden placed on us and finally see the light of day. At this time, our bodies are white and tender and look a little dazzling. The sun shines on us every day, and the dew moistens us at night. In a few days, we will turn red. The big round red apple looks lovely. I am the big red apple, and my master likes me very much. Every time I see it, I say, look at this apple. It's big, straight, shiny and colorful. I'm flattered. That little girl likes me more. Every time she sees me, she will say, this apple is so delicious that I want to eat it. Her mother would say, stop eating and keep it for sale. I don't know what they are talking about, except that they like me.

When the first frost came, the master began to choose us. Smiling, they kept working, picking baskets of red apples and loading them into the car. I don't know where they are going or when I will be chosen like them. One sunny and warm afternoon, I was picked up by the little girl, left my mother and put in the basket. The little girl touched me with her hand and said, goodbye, big apple. I said to myself, goodbye, little girl. The next day, before dawn, the host drove us away from their village. I see the stars in the sky are still shining, the crescent moon has not disappeared, and the air is very cold. We're not afraid of the cold, and the host doesn't feel cold, does he? Driving in such a hurry, we passed through many villages and came to a big place at dawn, a place we had never seen before. There are many cars, all full of red apples. Cars come and go, and the owner is not afraid, just walking through the gap between cars. Drivers are passed around like car owners. I don't know what they are going to do. At one place, a man carrying a bag stopped the owner's car and said, I want this apple. How much do you want? The host said a price, but the man disagreed and said a price. The host shook his head and drove away, but the man stopped and said, I'll give you the price you said and sell me the apple. The host smiled, drove us to a place, unloaded the basket, weighed it, and brought us some women. Those women picked us out of the basket one by one, put the defective ones aside and put them together. There were a lot of apples piled up there. The host left us there and drove away without looking at me again. After counting the money, he put it in his pocket and left without looking back. I am very lost in my heart.

I am with many strangers' apples, and I don't know what my future is like, so I am very uneasy. Those women came to my side again. They put a white (some red) net cover on us, put us in a box, put a trademark on it and put a lid on it. I live in darkness again. I don't know how long it took, but we were loaded into the car. After a few days in the car day and night, we were unloaded and placed in a strange place with a lot of fruit. There are many people in that place bustling every day, saying things I don't understand. There are bananas and oranges beside me. I don't know them. They told me themselves. I also know that the place where I live is called a supermarket, and I came to a big supermarket in a big city. What an honor!

One day when I was bored, a young woman came with a little girl in her arms. I almost cried when I saw it. Isn't that my former master's little daughter? Look closely, it doesn't look like it. The little girl's face is as red as mine. Although she is round, she is particularly white. She skipped up to me and said, mom, buy an apple, buy an apple, I want this big red one. The woman smiled and said, well, buy this apple you like. So I was put into that woman's shopping bag and brought back to her home. Through the gap of shopping bags, I saw tall buildings, wide streets, endless crowds and traffic, and saw the flashing neon lights in big cities.

The woman took me back to her house, washed me and put me in a fruit bowl, and I got together with bananas and oranges again. The little girl shouted, "Mom, I want to eat apples, I want to eat apples." The woman said, "Let's eat together when your father comes back." The little girl sat there and shouted, "Dad, come back and eat apples." "coming." A man came in, and I couldn't help jumping at the sight. Isn't this my master? How did it become so white? Put on your glasses? The man put down his bag, washed his hands, sat down in front of the sofa and said, "Are there any apples to eat today?" The little girl said, "Yes, my mother and I went to buy it." The man picked me up, looked at me and said, "My brother has an apple orchard, too. Should their apples be sold out? " The woman said, "This is an apple from your hometown. It may belong to your brother's family." I really want to shout, "Oh, I'm your brother's apple." The man looked at me for a while and then cut me open with a knife. A family of three, one and a half, eat me, and my life is over. Is it an unusual life? Well, it should be.