Hometown Liyuan in Memory

? My hometown's pear garden is in the easternmost part of Zhuangzi, next to the south of Zhuangzi Central Road, less than 100 meters from my home.

? The pear garden is very big. When we were young, it took us half an hour to run around it. There is a river around the pear garden, which adults and children can't cross at all. The deep ditch in the north is narrower, and a north-south path runs through the center of the pear garden.

? In spring, I looked at the beams of my house, and the swallows flew in and out lightly. I was secretly glad because the swallows came back and blossomed.

? After a winter rain, snow, wind and frost, and several spring rains, the bark and trunk of pear trees are slightly stretched, and the branches are also glowing with green luster. Look carefully at the ends of those branches, bulging with small buds and delicate flowers. Some can't wait to open their arms and are sorting out the pink hats they wear on their tops.

In a few weeks, the bolder pear bud quietly put on a white princess dress and danced with the wind, charming and moving. I saw clusters on the branches, pushing and shoving, and jade bone's ice muscles were pure and elegant. The green calyx holds the silver pear, delicate and pure, and the pale yellow stamens sway gracefully among the flowers.

Tree by tree, piece by piece, white and flawless, blooming brightly. From a distance, it looks like clouds and snow, like rolling white waves. A breeze blew, and the goddess circled and fell into the air like a scattered flower. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and a faint fragrance seeps into your heart and spleen, intoxicated with it. So the whole village is romantic among the flowers.

? After school, I often drop my schoolbag to see the pear garden. The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and pears are gradually falling. I was surprised to see a pear the size of a cherry under the flower. The longer and denser the leaves, the greener the young leaves. Pears grow up day by day in my expectation.

? In a few days, after several spring rains, pears look similar every day. In the meantime, the team will have two people on duty. Third brother knows grafting technology and is lucky to be one of them.

? Around June of the lunar calendar, among the lush dark green pear leaves, some pears show Huang Chengcheng's big belly, some sit back to back, like two drunken old drunkards with drooping heads, some like porters blushing after a big meal, and some like yellow lanterns hanging at the end of branches. ...

I learned that third brother is on duty alone today. After school, I didn't wait for my mother to say that I had finished eating, so I dropped my schoolbag and flew to the pear garden to replace my third brother. Third brother repeatedly told me that the pear garden had just finished spraying pesticides.

? I looked at the pears in Huang Chengcheng and swallowed. I'm hungry and thirsty, but the thought of what Third Brother just said is like a deflated ball. My stomach is growling with hunger, which is not right! Why do you use pesticides when pears are almost ripe? The hand I wanted to pick shrank back. What if I hit it?

? The burning sun hurt my skin, sweat soaked my soul shirt, and my mouth was thirsty. I braced myself and went around the pear garden to running all the way under the pear tree. I surveyed the enemy's situation, returned safely and climbed up the attic built in the middle of the garden. You can overlook the whole pear garden here, and your stomach is growling. The attic at this time is as boring as the Japanese bunker in the movie.

? Shortly after lunch, the third brother came back. He smiled and asked me if I had eaten pears. I said grumpily, "I'm afraid of death!"

The third brother couldn't help covering his stomach and bent down with a smile: "I was afraid that you would be so greedy, and which woman would dare to want you in the future!" " He looked around, picked a big pear from Huang Chengcheng, pulled off the wet towel on his head and wiped it again: "For your hard work, treat yourself. I think you have been staring at this pear for a long time. Don't come on an empty stomach next time!" I dare not steal, you are the best! "

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? I quickly took the pear, peeled off the skin with my front teeth and hands, exposing the white flesh and taking a bite. The juice instantly overflows the whole mouth, slides down the tongue to the throat, and the aroma goes straight to the nasal cavity. I even felt my whole neck and cheeks suddenly cool down and my throat lubricated to the bottom of my heart. I wolfed down a "uh-huh" and responded to the third brother. Third brother almost shouted, "Slow down!"

? Although the pear garden is close to the roadside, few people think about it. Occasionally, people in the same trade beg from the elderly and pregnant women, and the third brother will not be rigid and unreasonable. They will throw some from the narrow ditch without worrying about breaking them, because our place is full of soft yellow sand. According to the old man, it was the Yellow Sea 500 years ago.

? The pears are completely ripe. Let's start picking them. There are many children around us by the roadside. From time to time, some parents throw some defective fruits, and the second and third children shout, and the village cadres don't care much. The fruits sold well belong to the collective income, and the rest are flawed, rotten, bitten by insects and blown away by strong winds. Adults cut with knives and distribute them to families according to population. We are the happiest at this time, and the family can finally have a full meal. In fact, pears are quite full, and a big pear will make you stagger.

? What impressed me deeply was that the group leader and the village secretary, as in previous years, distributed the selected fruits and some rice flour oil to Liu Erdie, a five-guarantee household, and some elderly people who were lonely. My mother often picks some green beans and vegetables from our private plot and asks me to deliver them.

? The annual Pear Garden Festival came to an end. ?

? An autumn rain and a cold, pear leaves gradually withered, bare pear trees lined up like soldiers, silently guarding the whole village.

? In the eyes of our children, the pear garden in leisure time is our childhood paradise, where we play, chase and play. Sometimes lying in a row on the soft yellow sand pile, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, counting the changing pigs, cows, horses, sheep and unspeakable whimsy. The willow bark is tied to the ends of the broken roots and dead branches, and when it is carried on the body, it immediately becomes a long rifle. Often, the dead branches are pointed at one end, and the dead leaves on the ground are poked into feather dusters and taken back as firewood. The most tragic thing is that this kind of sheep, pepper, is so spicy that it hurts at first sight.

1980, the pear tree garden was divided into two parts in the north and south of Kangang River, and there was no pear tree garden since then. I have been suffering in my heart for many years.

? After 40 years, earth-shaking changes have taken place in my hometown. The sand road in the center of the village has also become a spacious and flat cement road, with rows of spacious and bright buildings. The village is hidden in colorful fields, quiet and quiet. The "upstairs and downstairs, lighting and telephone, car crossing" that we yearned for since childhood has become a reality in our lives. People no longer have to worry about eating and dressing, and they don't have to pick up grass and carry water.

? The younger generation has no impression of the old houses and villages in the past. I occasionally go back to my hometown, recalling the old thatched cottage downstairs and the busy figure of my mother; Look at the three big Chinese Toona trees behind the house. They are too thick to hold. There are many magpies' nests, chattering all day, remembering the eggs and leek feet jiaozi wrapped by my mother, looking for a group of happy friends when I was a child. ...

? The neighbor's brother and sister-in-law warmly came to say hello and talked about the past and interesting things. The grandchildren in the family are the youngest, and the family lacks common sense.

? Every time I leave home, my hometown becomes clearer, kinder and more specific. She is a delicious corn cob in the stove hall, a bowl of steaming, warm and delicious sweet potato corn porridge, and a big foot picked up by her mother. It is the delicate white pear flower, and it is also the refreshing pear fruit fragrance!

? No matter how many years have passed, the pear garden in my hometown will always be so pure and fragrant in my heart. This is a paradise where we played when we were children. It warms the barren and boring season in the years of lack of food and clothing, and it carries countless beautiful thoughts of my youth.

? No matter how far you go, when you think of your hometown, there will always be a scene of Xue Hai, a pear orchard and rolling waves. My mother, my third brother, the leader of the village group, and my pear ... left me warm memories of my years and dreams.

Text: Xin Lian

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(Qi Business School 2022 Writing Camp)

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