A self-report of an Yantai apple

Flowers bloom like a charming mother in March, and the fruits in October are better than the sea of lights.

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I'm an apple from Yantai, and my name is "Red Fuji". I have a little humble provisions. My standard figure is 85cm, less than 250g, and my standard fruit is first-class, without mottling and scars. In this way, I sell it directly to fruit buyers for about four yuan, which may double in the hands of people who really taste me. Who makes me delicious and attractive? My life is only a few months, thanks to my great mother (apple tree, although monoecious, I always like to call her mother). ), and hardworking Wang Laohan.

Wang Laohan lives in a small village in Yantai. There are only 100 households in the village, and his own orchard is at the door. Wang Laohan is nearly 70 years old and has been planting apples for more than 30 years, while my old mother is nearly 30 years old (will she be beaten? Thirty years old should not be a charming young woman ...), she lives in an orchard (a slightly flat orchard surrounded by high and low earth bags and hilly landforms) which is 0/000 meters away from home, and has more than 100 companions.

Spring is chilly, but at first glance it is still cold. On the ninth day of the first month, Wang Laohan stopped snoring at dawn and began a busy day. He first put the steamed stuffed bun, Toona sinensis with meat and enema into a large iron pot, grabbed a paper bag (the paper bag containing apples picked in autumn was reserved for kindling), and filled it with a bundle of branches to light the fire and heat the rice. Three puppies and an old dog in the yard began to bark uneasily. He quickly dragged his inflexible legs and made three pots of dog food to feed one by one. Then the shovel officer went online to clean the yard. Today, Wang Laohan peeled two cans of bees' cocoons and put them in the refrigerator. When the apple blooms, he puts the bees in his hive, and then they will break out of the cocoon. Thanks for your hard work. Bees are my parents' matchmakers. Without them, there would be no later me.

On the tenth day of the first month, the weather is sunny, with two to seven degrees below zero, and the north wind is three. At 8 o'clock in the morning, Wang Laohan rode a tricycle, followed by three small ones, facing the wind and entering the orchard. My old mother gets nervous from time to time. The annual pruning and peeling of fruit trees is about to begin. My old mother told me that she would tremble with pain every time she thought about it.

This 100 tree, pruning branches, scraping bark, picking branches, Wang Laohan has been put off until the beginning of February, pruning branches is ok, at most accidentally scratched his face. Scraping bark and picking up branches is really tiring for Wang Laohan. Every time I scrape the bark, I kneel. Who let him have ten catties of watermelon? He can't bend over at all. Over time, Wang Laohan often knelt down and nagged at the apple tree: "Apple tree, apple tree, you see that I kneel for you every day, and you have to fight for my breath." Is a first-class fruit ... "

After picking up the branches, they usually begin to fertilize the fruit trees, and some still fertilize, dig holes, fertilize, bury and trample before winter. After a day's work, they were really tired and slept with pillows.

By the time the apples bloom in spring, Wang Laohan has finished weeding and irrigation. He put hibernating bees into the hive, put a bowl of water, put some thin mud and put some rolls of homemade bee tubes to let them work by themselves. The apple flower is white with a little delicate red, and the flower heart is sweet. Apple orchards gather into a sea of flowers, accompanied by fresh green leaves. This is the best time of my old mother's year. Look, she is dancing in the wind, not to mention how embarrassed she is. My old mother lived up to expectations this year and was full of flowers. She laughs at her best friend who has been with her for nearly 30 years from time to time. "Oh, what's wrong with you this year? You are old, you can only hold a few flowers. Be careful if Wang Laohan cuts you, hehehe ... ""Hum! You forget that you didn't bear 100 fruit last year. I did bear more than 1000 fruits last year, and you didn't let me rest for a year. Don't forget that Wang Laohan cut off several of your arms some time ago! " You see, when you get older and reach menopause, you argue when you have nothing to do.

Flowers bloom and I have a life. At first I was about the size of a mung bean. Actually, I skipped a festival. Wang Laohan picked some flowers with too dense flowering period. I was lucky to survive. I survived five sisters in this bundle, and I was in the middle. During this time, I grew up very fast, absorbed nutrition desperately, bathed in morning dew and enjoyed the breeze sunrise. My old mother takes pains to supplement our nutrition every day, and then tells us stories of her youth from time to time. I think this is probably because she is old and loves to recall the past. The same story has to be told many times. She is old and has a poor memory.

When my diameter grew to a dime, Wang Laohan began to comb the fruit. For each of us to grow bigger, Wang Laohan had to give up some young fruits. I have five, leaving only myself, because I am right in the middle. I watched my brothers and sisters fall to the ground one by one, feeling lucky and full of disappointment. My old mother sighs, too. They are all her children, but she can't change the status quo. My brothers and sisters were cut down and buried, and my old mother would take them back year after year.

On this day, the sun is just right. Wang Laohan, who combed the fruit, took advantage of the good weather and sprinkled pesticides on us. We are all soaked to the skin, and we are going to faint. My old mother said, "bear with it, son, you can't live long without this pesticide." Soon you will be in the bag. Take the time to bathe in the sun. " Sure enough, the next day, the old man hired four or five people to put a paper bag on us, and soon I lived in the paper bag, which was dark and only had air holes at the bottom. "Mom, how long shall I stay in the paper bag? It's too stuffy. I want sunshine! " "Good boy, this paper bag is equivalent to your umbrella. In the future, you will become beautiful and lovely ... Now it is the Dragon Boat Festival, and you can see the sun again on August 15th, alas! " "Mom, why are you sighing?" "Nothing, you will know that day." Later, I learned that seeing the light of day means that I will be separated from my mother soon, and I will be eaten soon, ending my short life.

A few days after I entered the paper bag, a demon wind suddenly blew. I heard my mother's growl and felt her fear. Scratches ... thunderbolts ... Many of my brothers and sisters are wailing, some of them are directly smashed to the ground, some are directly smashed, and some are injured. Mother couldn't bear the hail attack and cried sadly. "My poor child, I have never seen such a big hail in my life ..." Before the hail, Wang Laohan was propping up branches with wooden sticks. Seeing the demon wind blowing everywhere, it was already dark, so he rode home at once. He didn't go far when the hail poured down. An egg-sized hail hit Wang Laohan's shoulder, so he stopped and hid under a leafy tree. It rained for more than ten minutes, and Wang Laohan's heart was bleeding.

I developed in a round direction day by day, until one day I found the paper bag tight on me, and my mother told me that August 15th was coming. During this period, Wang Laohan took medicine every two or three times, weeding and irrigating, and occasionally picked up my compatriots who died early. It seems that I have never been sad or happy, because in this dark world, listening to the wind, listening to the rain and listening to my mother's chatter is all I have. I'm lucky to live so long.

On this day, just before dawn, I found a hand holding me. He gently tore off the black paper bag inside and my world turned red. I found myself white and tender, slightly blue. Wang Laohan understated: "It is difficult to have a good result!" Then carefully remove the leaves that block my light, and then stick a circle of instant noodle mats on the branches that support me, which is soft. I enjoy the red sunshine, as if a new world is waving to me.

Four days later, the last red inner bag that bound me was removed, and I finally saw the light of day. The blue sky is high, the air is fresh and everything is so beautiful. While Wang Laohan irrigated again, my old mother tried her best to provide us with water and nutrition. In this way, I feel that I have gained weight several times.

Three days later, my sunny side turned red. Wang Laohan put a reflective film on the floor, and I felt very bright and dazzling around. Wang Laohan carefully turned me over and turned my back to the sun.

A week later, with a click, I was cut off before I enjoyed enough sunshine. It hurts. Boo-hoo, mom. "Goodbye, son ... remember that mom loves you and takes good care of you ..."

Later, it was sold to a fruit buyer by Wang Laohan. I watched some of my compatriots go to the cold storage, some to the supermarket, some to go abroad, some to be eaten soon, and some to the juice factory. And I, beautiful, was wrapped in several layers and became a part of a high-end atmosphere gift box. After several twists and turns, I finally came to a family. When he opened the package and washed it with clear water, I knew that my life was over.

In the next life, please let me be an apple tree, maybe for decades. Let me go through the ups and downs and walk through the mulberry fields in Sang Hai. I will have an old man to take care of me, and I will have many children.