Original source: Hongsheng Linhu Xiaohu
Qiushi Ginkgo
Text: Hongsheng
Beijing. October.
As the autumn wind blows, the fruits of ginkgo in the woods fall all over the ground, lying quietly in the fallen leaves and grass like yellow gems. The fruit is tight and full, and the golden skin is covered with mottled frost. It is a color that only becomes concentrated after a year of time, making people unable to resist the urge to pick it up.
Does this memory of picking up wheat ears originate from the past when I was picking up wheat ears in my childhood? In May of the lunar calendar, the wheat harvest is very busy and the granules are about to return to the warehouse. Every year, the school stipulates the task of letting children pick up wheat ears and hand over wheat, probably to exercise their working habits. Children will not regard picking up wheat ears as a task, their hearts are always happy. After school, I put on a small basket and scattered it into the fields with my friends. I picked up wheat ears, and I was also happy and happy! The ears of wheat are like treasures on the earth. Children can find them one by one and collect them into their own hands like playing games. The basket was full, rubbed it with your hands, discarded the wheat mandarin and the wheat peel, and left the wheat grains. The task assigned by the teacher was completed in three or two days. Before the autumn seedlings grow, you can keep picking up the wheat ears. The hardworking and sensible child goes to the fields to pick up wheat ears when he has time, and rubs out the wheat grains and gives them to his mother. She knew: picking up a little more can make the granary at home richer! The joy of picking up and the diligence of sharing the worries of my parents with my little hands are treasured in my memory.
In front of you, the ginkgo fruits in the ginkgo forest awakened the long-standing memories of picking up.
also remembered a National Day more than ten years ago. He took his mother to the mountains in western Henan and the place he went to was called "Ginkgou". There are villages in the ditch, and dozens of ginkgo trees that have been around for more than a hundred years, all of which are so thick that they are very rare. We lived in the village, B&B, lingered under the ginkgo trees during the day, wandered in the mountains, picked wild fruits and wild flowers, and watched the white clouds disperse among the mountains. The old lady in the village sat under the ginkgo tree, with bags of ginkgo fruit sold at her feet. Her brother is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor and knows that ginkgo fruit can astring lung qi, calm cough and asthma, stop turbidity, and has the effects of protecting the liver and lowering cholesterol. My mother bought some and brought them back. As my brother told me, she roasted a handful of them in the microwave every day as snacks. So I know ginkgo is a useful thing.
In fact, ginkgo trees in my hometown are rare in southwest Henan. Most of the ginkgo trees grow at the entrance of the temple in the mountains, and seem to be accompanied only by monks and temples. They have gone through time and give people the impression of being a fairy-like elegance. But in the hometown where ginkgo trees are not widely planted, there must be a soup at the red and white banquet of villagers, called "Ginkgo Soup". I have been away from home for too long, and the taste of the soup is already in vague. The taste of ginkgo in the soup is not delicious in children's memory. Why do places where ginkgo is not produced have the habit of giving this soup at a grand banquet? My mother passed away and wanted to ask the reason, but she didn't know who to ask.
Only in recent years did I realize how many ginkgoes are. Ginkgo trees can be seen everywhere in front of the house, behind the house, in the streets and parks. Autumn comes Ginkgo leaves golden as dyed, it is the most gorgeous seasonal scenery in Beijing. Ginkgo trees are divided into male and female. When they reach age, they will have abundant fruits and dedication in autumn. How can we live up to the unique gift and affection of Beijing autumn? At this moment, I was holding the bread I bought for my child. I quickly took out the bread, freed up the paper bag for the bread, and started picking up the fruits of ginkgo.
one, two...it will be full in a while. The joy of picking up is just like the joy of picking up wheat ears when I was young, and is the joy connected to the earth and the season. The earth is dedicated and time is accomplished. People draw the annual rings of time in the spring, summer, autumn, and winter storage year by year. After a while, the ginkgo fruits filled my paper bag.Hold it up, and you will be in your hand with heavy joy of autumn harvest!
When I got home, I searched for the Baidu girl online, and then I knew how to deal with these ginkgo fruits I picked up: put on gloves and pinched off the soft and rotten flesh, rinse the fruits, and dry them on the balcony. I went to see it two or three days later: Wow, the white fat ginkgo fruits were suddenly impressed, and I instantly understood the origin of the name "ginkgo"!
grabbed a handful of ginkgo and smashed it on the kitchen chopping board, removed the shell, and put the fruit in the oven. After a while, a plate of homemade and fragrant "self-selected card" snacks were released. At that moment, I really wanted to give my mother a taste of the autumn delicacies I picked up in the woods with my own hands. My mother no longer needs my ginkgo fruit. There should be better fairy fruits in the sky for my mother to enjoy.
I made a cup of coffee to match these roasted ginkgo nuts. ——Eat one, the mellow fragrance of time covers the taste buds; take a sip, the mood of autumn is as silk as threads...
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Hongsheng, Chinese Financial Writers Association member, Henan Writers Association member, senior economist, working in the financial system. It has published "Hongsheng Collection", and websites such as Dangdang.com , JD.com and Amazon are being sold.
