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Every Sunday night｜Xiaonan says good night to you
article｜Zhang Shu
, I also think of the story about watermelon in my childhood, and my grandfather’s watching the melon shed...
At that time, there were eight people in my family. In addition to my parents and four of our siblings, there were grandparents who were more than 60 years old. The work points earned by the parents for a year in the production team can't be exchanged for the whole family's rations. With the acquiescence of the old secretary, his father secretly planted a watermelon on the eight-point private plot on the east coast.
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The morning dew wetted my feet and pants, and I didn't care. Call grandpa to the melon shed, and grandpa answers me in the middle of the melon field. Seeing that the first stubble of watermelon was about to mature, Grandpa was busy making marks in the melon field. At that time, my father worked as a salesman in the Brigade Hardware Factory. He had to sell two loads of first crop of watermelon to the factory and give it to the cooperative customers in Wuxi. The first crop of watermelon was of the best quality and could be sold at a good price. Although only seven or eight cents per catty, the whole family has never been reluctant to eat good melons. All high-quality watermelons are sold out in exchange for year-end rations. But there are exceptions, that is, after a thunderstorm, Grandpa can always find one or two watermelons in the melon field that have been damaged by lightning. They are both big and thin, good melons. They are sent home as soon as possible to satisfy our whole family. Mouthful. For this reason, when I was a child, I looked forward to thunderstorms, and of course I was worried about my grandpa’s safety.
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The ripening season of watermelons coincides with the rainy days in Jiangnan. After several days of heavy rain, the water level continued to rise. The small stone crabs living outside the polder crawled into grandfather's melon shed in groups to avoid the flooding under the bed, and caught a precise one at hand. One Sunday morning, my grandfather and I caught a half-fish basket stone crab. We carried it back home and asked my grandmother to make two large bowls of " noodle drag crab ". The whole family ate two happily.To this day, I still can't forget the scene of catching crabs and the deliciousness of "crab noodles".
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But the most memorable thing was the only night I spent in the melon shed with my grandpa. That night, I not only experienced the hardship of grandpa watching melons, but also fully appreciated the fun of grandpa accompany me to ride in the breeze, count stars, and catch fireflies on the polder bank.
That was the first day of summer vacation in my second year. Grandpa took out a bench from the melon shed and sat down with me on the polder to enjoy the cool. Grandpa shook his fan and pointed at the distant starry sky to tell me that the bright band is Tianhe (Milky Way). There are two very bright stars on both sides of Tianhe, one is Altair and the other is Vega, and he tells me about Cowherd and Weaver Girl. Story: countless fireflies flickered and flew, grandpa waved a fan, and photographed a dozen of them. They were put in a glass bottle prepared during the day, tied with cotton thread and hung in a mosquito net, as a light in the shed. Beacon.
As the night darkened, my grandpa urged me to go to bed. I climbed into the mosquito net and lay on the mat that my grandfather had already wiped with clean water. I looked up at the small lantern made of fireflies on the top of the tent. I enjoyed the cool breeze from my grandfather and listened to the beautiful stories of my grandfather. Unconsciously fell asleep.
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Proofreading: Wang Xin
Editor: Wu Jun
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