Jujube hanging on the branch

When the setting sun falls, it is placed in the jujube forest, adding a few solemnities and a few mysteries. The lights in Zhuangzi gradually light up, and a smoky smog rises and is compatible with the dark brown mountains. It is simply a painting of twilight in the evening, light and strong. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, I will think of the mountain that is not awkward, not a rich mountain, the jujube on the hillside, and the bits and pieces associated with the jujube. In the ferry of the years, when you look back, you will feel that the bustling is always shallow, only the plain or bitter is profound. Prosperous, in the end of the years, fuzzy, bitter, but lived in time.

In the early spring, most of the flowers have not yet bloomed, and the jujube flowers have been bloomed by the warmth of early spring. Just like the jujube flower of rice grain, the yellowish and yellow ones are almost goose down. After a southerly wind, the whole village will be filled with flowers.

The wind came to the scene, and the jujube flowers that could not breed the young fruit fell leisurely and fell on the ground, covering the creatures that broke through the ground. In a spring rain, the jujube leaves gradually become rich and round, recording the magnificence of the years, and also recording the hardships and joys of life transformation. People have no intentions, a green jujube, has been hung on the branches, crystal clear, round and pleasing, like a grain of green gems, set in the old branches.

In the year of the weather, the jujube was very dense, and the branches and branches were bent. The green pearl, due to the baptism of the season and the tempering of the wind and rain, finally came out of the green and gradually matured.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year, the uncle of the distant house said that jujube is a kind of medicine, and some people bought it, which surprised me. The cost of a few semester is finally settled! At noon, I went into the mountains, picked up some jujubes, and buried them on the hillside that I only knew. About a week, I used the force to remove the mildewed jujube, leaving only the jujube, washing and drying. dry. Through the dawn of the weekend, I went to the acquisition point and sold the jujube core that I picked and rinsed clean. On the way back, I bought a pair of socks and a hat for my father and my brother. In that year, I was 11 years old. Since then, I have never lost my tuition due to the tuition fee of two yuan. In this way, I work and study, and I have been reading the middle school.

Later in the autumn, I also had to pick some jujube with my younger brother and dried it on the roof. The mother processed the jujube into sour jujube, which can be appetizing or hot. In the summer of the fire, the mother gave the jujubes to the neighbors to enjoy. No matter how tired the summer cultivation is, a bowl of jujube soup will be refreshed, away from the heat and fatigue.

In the days of embarrassment, the mountain people run the years, and they also run the bitterness of the years. Take the mountain as the sky, and enjoy the gift of nature. The days are also very similar to the landscape here. The wind is light and the clouds are quiet, and it is quietly reincarnation, harvesting the hopes and hopes outside the mountains.

Two days ago, I was bathed in the increasingly heavy autumn colors, and once again entered the Xishan Mountain. The mountains are still the same. The jujubes that can be hung on the branches are sparsely populated. Perhaps it is too dry, maybe the jujube forest is too old. The mountain people who are rich have dismissed the jujube, and occasionally encountered a few old people, silently licking the grainy jujube scattered on the ground.

Mid-Autumn Festival, jujube passed through the depths of the season, completed the transformation of life, such fullness, such blush, and even red and purple. An autumn wind and autumn rain, the leaves will fall in the night, leaving the purple-red jujube, still quietly accompanied by the branches of life.