I saw that the little cherries of Mr. Zhu's Wolong Mountain Residence are ripe. He said that the little cherries were ripe and went to an inkstone encounter in early summer.
Although the age of envy and unforgettable food has long passed, seeing those crystal clear pearl-like agate cherries hanging on the branches, I can't help but admire, yearn, and miss.
Another year of cherry red.
The cherry is red, and the world is warming.
The warm wind blows through the fields, the trees, and the green leaves and red fruits on the cherry trees in the small courtyard of the mountain village. The sour is sweet, the sweet is slightly sour, and the cherries with attractive color and full juice instantly awaken the taste buds. memory.
Every season, the greedy little girl stands under the tree and waits. My grandmother always smiled, stood on tiptoe on the high stool, picked the biggest and reddest cherries, and handed them to the greedy cat who was already salivating.
That is the best looking and most delicious cherry in the world.
Although the little girl has eaten a lot of cherries when she grows up, those cherries that are bigger, redder, better-looking, and more expensive than the little cherries in the mountain villages are no longer a rare seasonal item, they are almost all you want to eat. Ordinary fruit eaten is no longer an enviable luxury.
It's just that there is no other cherry that can replace that beauty.
No cherry tree will be so memorable.
is actually just an ordinary cherry tree, it is neither tall nor beautiful, and the fruit is not outstanding, just because it grows in the small courtyard of the mountain village, just because it has brought so much sweetness and warmth memories, so it is so deeply ingrained in the memory.
When the cherries were red, my grandmother often sat under the tree, doing needlework while watching me sitting on the small bench gluttonous. Occasionally there are greedy birds flying, coveting the crystal clear gems that are full of trees. My grandmother used a long bamboo pole and tied a few cloth strips, and she didn't drive them away very much. Instead, I was worried that the birds would come and argue with me, so I often took the long bamboo pole under the tree to scare them. . Occasionally, there are a few daring ones who are not afraid at all, fly a little higher and fall down quickly, picking the biggest and reddest ones to peck.
I was thin and waving a bamboo pole under the tree, shouting and jumping, which made my grandmother laugh, laughing and saying, you have to eat well and grow taller quickly, these birds will not dare to come and snatch you, I'm afraid of you.
It's all there. The kind smiling face is still in front of me, the sweetness of the cherry is still between my lips and teeth, and the warm and warm wind seems to still be blowing on my face.
It has been many years, many, many years. It turns out that time flies so quickly, the cherry blossoms red year after year, but the person who loves himself has long gone.
Today, the small courtyard in the mountain village, which is treasured in memory, has long since lost its personnel. The cherry tree that once brought countless warm and sweet memories has also grown old in time. Every time the cherries are ripe, I still can't help but think of it and the beautiful and warm encounter it had with my previous life.
Whenever I think of it, my eyes are smiling and my heart is warm.
This is enough!
So, in the end, the meeting in the past life!
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