Looking for five petals (prose)

The lilacs under the window are in full bloom, and I have nothing to do at night, standing by the window and enjoying the lilacs. The afterglow of the setting sun painted the surface of lilacs with a faint golden color. Delicate petiole holds delicate petals, petite and exquisite. The evening breeze blew, and clusters of small flowers swayed gently with the branches. This deja vu scene suddenly reminds me of lilacs in my hometown.

There is also a lilac tree in the yard of my hometown. I remember when I was still in primary school, an uncle at home brought back two small clove saplings from Gansu. I gave one to my old father and my uncle kept one for himself. My uncle went back to his hometown and was busy with things. He put the lilac seedlings under the eaves of the house, and now they are all dead, leaving only my little lilac.

At that time, I had never seen lilacs, only heard my uncle say that small purple flowers were very fragrant. The yard of my hometown is limited, so my father planted it under the window of the kitchen. Perhaps it is because of the smoke in the kitchen that this little lilac tree has been languishing.

Spring has come, and it begins to grow leaves, which are very small. In a growing season, branches are only a few centimeters long and do not bloom. At first, my father sometimes watered it, but after a long time, he ignored it.

When my father reinforced the kitchen, there were many bricks left, and there was no place to put them. They piled them around the lilac trees, blocking the young trees and exposing only a few centimeters of the treetops. After a long time, no one cares.

I remember one year, when I was in junior high school, the school was far from home and lived on campus. At that time, it was not a double holiday system. Go home on Saturday afternoon and go to school on Monday morning.

Probably after the shock, one Monday morning, I was about to go out with my mother's pancakes on my back. Through the dim morning light, I saw a small bunch of lavender flowers sticking out of the brick pile under the kitchen window. When I looked closer, I saw the lilac tree open and the purple flowers were very quiet. Dewdrops are still hanging on the small flowers. It must have rained in the spring rain the other day.

Mother came over and said, "The lilacs are in bloom. Very good, they smell good. "

Mother bent down and looked at it and said, "The older generation said that if you find five petals in lilacs, you can enjoy happiness and good luck."

I put down my luggage, turned left and right, and found only four cloves.

I soon forgot about it. At that time, I was in the third grade, and my intense study overwhelmed me.

Admitted to high school, farther from home, three years of high school life, very hard. Sometimes when I go home on weekends, I am in a hurry and occasionally look at the lilac tree. I never remember anything.

Then I went to college, ran away from home, returned home with a little water, and forgot the lilac trees in my hometown.

After work, get married, have children, buy a house and make a living. Until one spring, my mother lived in a small house in my city and looked after her son. After living for a while, my father in my hometown had an old stomach trouble, and my mother was in a hurry to go back, so I sent her there.

My mother and I took a long-distance bus and got off at the village entrance. When we rushed into our own door together, we saw my father sitting under the kitchen window in the sun. The lilac tree has been cleaned by my father. The lilac tree is taller than the kitchen. Part of the swaying branches covered half the kitchen, and the other part extended into the yard. Purple lilacs attract many bees to buzz around the flowers. I stood at the gate.

Since then, lilacs will bloom every year. Whenever there is an opportunity, I will go home with my sister, brother-in-law and lover, and sometimes I will bring my son, nephew and niece.

There is a high wall in the east of Lilac Tree, a kitchen in the south and a yard in the west and north. The ground of the yard is paved with blue bricks. As long as we go home and it's sunny, my father will clean the ground and set up a big round table under the lilac tree. The table is full of melon seeds, peanuts, fruits, hemp leaves fried by my mother, and sometimes sweet potato thick wine made by my mother. Lunch must be my favorite handmade whistle noodle.

We chatted about the east and the west, and my father was not good at talking. By chance, my sister and lover are busy. My brother-in-law and I chatted about all kinds of gossip, and my mother sat next to me and listened quietly, constantly adding boiling water to our cups.

At noon, the sunshine in the west is warm and comfortable. Petiole holding slender clove petals, clusters gently swaying with the branches, elegant and beautiful posture, fragrant. At this time, the mother will definitely tell the child five petals. My sons, nephews and nieces will definitely look at the lilac tree up and down. Sometimes lovers and sisters will join in the search. The whole yard was full of laughter, and no one had ever found five petals. Sometimes, our relatives will come with their children, smoking, drinking tea and chatting about what happened in the village. The children laughed and played together. I see that this time is the happiest time for my parents.

Later, my old father died, and more than three years later, my old mother died. When my old mother was young, she was good at embroidery and needlework and kept a low profile. She is invited to all the weddings and funerals in the village, which is very popular in the village. Many people in the village burned incense and kowtowed at the mother's funeral. Every township party enters the gate, and I will kowtow at the door to show my gratitude. Finally, my knee hurts so much that I can't stand up straight. My sister found a rotten cotton-padded jacket and tied it on my leg. I feel much better.

Because there are many people to be entertained, the villagers who help dig stoves in the yard, and the lilac trees are in the way. Several young people quickly dug up the lilac tree from its roots. I have been in a daze all day, and when I found it, there was already a big pit where the lilac tree was located, and the earthen stove was smoking in the pit.

On the day of burial, we ate from noon to night because of the large number of township parties.

After the funeral, I slept in my hometown for a whole day and a night. On the third day, I woke up in the morning and my lover came in and said it was snowing outside. I'm surprised. Now 1 1 How can it snow at the end of the month? When I got dressed and went out, large snowflakes fell to the ground and melted. Only the roof and the haystack were all white.

After lunch, I cleaned up briefly and visited some relatives at home. I just want to go back to the city, my sister will stay for a few days, and I have to sort out my parents' legacy. I was afraid that my sister would catch cold, so I bought two cars of honeycomb briquet from outside.

I carried the accumulated honeycomb briquette, and in order to avoid the snow in the yard from slipping, I swept the thin snow water in the yard to the sewer. When I swept to the corner of the fence, I saw who burned the dug lilac tree, and half of the treetops were lying in the snow. The dark appearance is particularly conspicuous in the snow, and there is an unreal feeling.

This winter is too cold. I think this is the coldest winter. Back home in the city, I was ill in hospital. During my ten days in hospital, it snowed intermittently. Every time my lover brings me food, there is a thin layer of snow on my hat and clothes.

The next spring, I wanted to go back to my hometown. My wife and sister were afraid that I would be sad and sick again, and advised me not to go back. Going back to my hometown again is my mother's third anniversary.

It's easier to celebrate my mother's third anniversary. I'm fine most of the time, with my relatives and brother-in-law. After lunch on the last day, everything was done and all the helpers left.

It's also very cold and foggy. I remember it was windy. I had nothing else to do, so I filled the hole outside the kitchen with a shovel. When I moved some bricks away from the corner, I accidentally found a lilac tree five or six inches high, standing in the corner with a few yellow leaves and a timid look. If I get the treasure, I will dig it up, wrap it in hay, wrap it in newspaper and take it back to the city.

I live on the first floor of the city. I found a decorative iron bucket full of soil, pierced several holes in the bottom of the bucket and planted lilac seedlings. At this time, it was nearly1February, and a large colorless transparent plastic cover was found on the iron drum, leaving several small holes around it and pushing it into the corner under the window.

My sister and I both live in the city. Things in my hometown are afraid of being bitten by rats, and they will go bad after a long time. So, if you can give something away, give it away. If you can't give it away, dispose of it. Only a few pieces of old furniture are left in the last few houses, and the houses and doors are locked.

During my years in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my sister planted a lot of vegetables in the yard of her hometown, but because she was left unattended and allowed to grow, she basically died of drought. Only a few planted pepper trees grow wildly, and my sister makes pancakes with pepper leaves, which has a unique flavor.

My parents' death, especially my mother's death, hurts me so much that I can't get out. Every time I think about my parents in my hometown, I feel uncomfortable. Busy with work and not in good health. My wife and sister are also afraid that I will be sad and sick when I go back to my hometown, so only Tomb-Sweeping Day lets me go back to my hometown every year. My sister often goes back to her hometown. Every time she goes back to the city, she always tells me about the changes in her hometown and never mentions lilac trees. I know there are no lilacs, lilacs and five lilacs in my hometown.

My lover tried to plant several lilac seedlings for his hometown several times, but every time he saw them, he felt uncomfortable going back to his hometown, that's all.

In the city, the lilac tree outside my window is very strong, and now it is also very strong, and it keeps blooming after being hit every year. And there are many small lilacs growing beside it. I dig them out every year and give them to my relatives and friends around me.

Nowadays, lilacs are full of trees, elegant, attractive and attractive.

I suddenly got refreshed and wanted to talk to my wife and children about finding five petals. I tried to speak several times, but I stopped. I know that they have never said anything about finding the five petals in recent years, for fear of reminding me of sad memories.

I walked out of the house and stood by the lilacs under the window. This year, the fragrance of lilacs is particularly strong, and I am a little intoxicated.