Xinger's seasonal prose full of trees

After the solar term passed Grain Rain, there must be trees everywhere in Xinger. When I think of apricots, big or small, green or yellow, I regret being in the city, but it's hard to see them. However, some things about apricots that happened in the old village when I was a child emerged like a flood.

There is an apricot tree with thick thighs at the entrance of the old village courtyard. When the flowers bloom, the bees buzz in the tree and the flowers fall under the tree. It doesn't bear fruit after flowering, which is the case every year. Neighbor Eighth Master said that this tree is male and will not bear fruit. I was so disappointed that I slept on the kang at night and wondered why only my tree was male. As for me, I have never seen other people's apricot trees bear no fruit!

Disappointed, I always sit quietly under this tree, admiringly watching the apricot flowers on the opposite mountain bloom like pink flowers on the brocade, turn green day by day, and finally blend into the whole green until they disappear.

There is a big apricot tree on the back of the rock next door, and our friend's home is around it, so the apricots on this tree are our favorite every year. Actually, this tree belongs to Mr. Zhong. He lives far away and has no children at home. Mr. Zhong is too busy to see his apricots. A few days after the apricot blossoms every year, we begin to make up our minds to be greedy, but the tree is very tall, so we look at Xinger on the tree with regret every time and reluctantly walk under the tree. Until one day, I was so greedy that I picked up stones and tiles, threw them at the tree with all my strength, and occasionally laid a small apricot, so I was very happy. Under this tree, it has become a place that our children yearn for.

There is no drinking fountain in the school in the old village. When children go to school, they will use various bottles to carry water from home and put a few saccharins in it, which is especially sweet. But I will put some green apricots that have been bitten in half. I like the sour taste of Xinger mixed with the sweet taste of sugar water. I will also bite the bigger green apricots, put a small sugar in it, and then put it in my mouth to eat, which is another sour and sweet taste.

Seen from the front of the house, there are two slopes, and there is an apricot tree at the edge of the plateau slope. Her apricots are different from others. When all the other apricots are yellow, only she has green balls. When all the other trees were finished by a group of naughty children, there were only a few Xinger trees left, and then she began to drop a few quietly. It seems to remind us that a group of children should not forget her, which brings us joy again.

Although the apricot on this tree matures slowly, it still attracts us with its unique charm. Her name is very special, you may not have heard it very much. It's loud and croaking-I still don't understand why it's named after it for decades. Another feature of her is that when the apricot is ripe, the surface of the apricot is still blue. However, when her flesh fell to the ground, it was broken in half, which would reveal her hidden yellow color and the apricot stone had already fallen off. It doesn't taste as sour as other apricots. Very sweet, the pulp is not soft or hard, and the taste is particularly good. When we finish eating, the whole apricot season will be over again. Every family's yard will be exposed to a dustpan and a sieve of almonds.

At that time, the money for selling almonds every year was also a family's income. 10 ranged from 20 yuan to 35 yuan, but at least it was enough for one child to enter school in autumn. Because the only apricot tree doesn't bear apricots, our apricots are piled up one by one, some on the road, some left quietly after eating apricots given by others. Although it is not much, influenced by the thrifty mother, my brothers and sisters are also happy to collect and watch the small piles grow up day by day happily.

Only by breaking the hard shell outside the almond can the almond be taken out. This job is naturally mine, and it doesn't take much effort, but it takes a little skill to completely break the almonds without breaking them. Most people will put a brick under it, then stand up the apricot pit, hold it down with your index finger and thumb, and knock it with a small hammer with your other hand. With a bang, the golden heart-shaped almonds rolled out. The technique of smashing almonds lies in mastering the strength of knocking the amygdala. When you are strong, you can smash it with almonds, and the smashed almonds can't be sold. The strength is weak, but it can't be opened. If you are not careful, you will bump your finger.

When I smash almonds, my mother will repeatedly tell me not to eat them. Because bitter almond is poisonous, mother said that the children of a family in the village ate too much when they were smashed, and later died of poisoning. I was too scared to steal one from beginning to end, but my mother would use it to make a delicious pumpkin Huimian Noodles. When I was poor, it was also a luxury for my children to eat a pumpkin Huimian Noodles, so I pestered my mother to cook it. My mother will roast almonds in a pot, then mash them with a knife and make them into pumpkin Huimian Noodles for me to eat. Now that I think about it, it was almost the best food in my life.

In a small courtyard, there were bursts of almond stones, and there were bursts of "almond harvesting" in the village every day. The peddler rode a bicycle with a snakeskin bag tied to the back seat and a steelyard on it. This is almost the standard equipment for vendors who buy groceries on the street. Many years later, my cousin and I rode our bikes home from our home in Xinmin tableland. They were hungry and thirsty when the back seat of the car passed through the tableland on this side of Linjiahe with a bundle of sacks from menstruation. It happened that there was a watermelon stall on the roadside, and they quickly sat down and had a full meal. The melon woman asked me when she saw the sack.

When my sister heard the shouts, she couldn't wait to take out the almonds she had saved and wanted to sell them. Mom explained in the room: "Take the bag back when it is sold out." Sister happily agreed to run out. As a result, the stall owner looked at my new bag and took it away. My sister, who was still a child at that time, had no choice but to go home with the six dollars she sold. She was so angry that her mother gave the vendor a good scolding. Later, when I was sensible, I realized that a small cloth bag can also be of great use in poor families.

In this season when Xinger is full of trees, sitting by the window alone, remembering the apricots in the old village and the friends who played wildly together in the old village in the dense aroma of coffee, seems to have returned to the tree in Sir Zhong's house. ...