Every time, the car full of Huang Huali pulled by street vendors is somewhat ups and downs. I think I should buy some to moisten my lungs and comfort my lovesickness 30 years ago.
But in the end, I bought the green pear ~ jade pear from the supermarket.
In the 1980s, this village was sparsely populated. In addition to taking the lead in getting rich through industry, it is also constantly exploring in agriculture to find new ways of development.
Under the orders of the village leaders, pear trees were planted on these 83 mu of land. In my mind, it was the best time in my hometown. In spring, I like to jump along the field path and see the snow-white pears. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Under the blue sky, it was white, as if it had snowed all over the sky in spring. Walking in the pear flower, it seems that I have become a pure white flower, stretching out in the morning fog and spitting fragrance.
When I was a child, I looked at flowers, mostly thinking about fruits. Pears withered layer by layer under the tree, turned into spring mud, and then produced many pears as big as beans. Waiting for the flowers to bloom and fall, waiting for the green leaves to cover the branches, waiting for the small green fruits to grow up little by little, waiting for the pears to be as big as fists, they began to covet them. Working under the pear tree, I glanced at the emerald pear intentionally or unintentionally, and even the sesame-like black spots on the skin were very attractive. Imagine a mouthful, a mouthful of juice, pear residue wrapped in sweet and sour into the throat, full of saliva.
A big pear tree is unique in our family. Pear is a green-skinned pear with few branches and fruits, which is as precious as ginseng fruit. Other people's homes are all in Huang Huali, and the yellow bark is fruitful, which bends the pear tree and makes the overwhelmed branches supported by wooden sticks. This huge contrast determines that others can sell pears to earn income, and our family only wants to satisfy their own desires.
The primary school is near the pear tree. Naughty students pass by, and they will get into the ground and pull down two immature pears. They will bite and lose them. After school, everyone lined up on the playground. The headmaster was criticizing and educating some bitten pears ―― you can't do anything secretly. Besides, these pears are not ripe and are wasted. Next to the headmaster stood a villager, wearing a straw hat and looking distressed.
Meet the neighbor's neighbor and build a shed in the field. The children who grew up with us stayed in the shed during the day and the adults stayed in the shed at night, which was very interesting. I also want to experience the summer vacation in a shed.
"Mom, let's build a shed in the field, too?"
"There are few pears in our family. Others not only sell pears, but also watermelons. It is cost-effective to build a shed. "
Later, I learned that it was not easy to build a shed. Not only to shelter from the wind and rain, but also to ventilate and bask in the sun. Rainstorm is also conducive to drainage, not flooded. More importantly, it is necessary to be transparent before and after, so as to protect pears and watermelons in the field. The furnishings in the shed are extremely simple, with a bamboo bed, a simple desk and a big cattail fan. It is also poetic to think that you can read books and do your homework, and occasionally look around the sweet fruits and vegetables piled up under the scorching sun.
Driven by this idea, I have been to my neighbor Jane's shed to play. Jane, formerly known as Zhuang Congjian, is matriarchal, and her father is the son-in-law who was called to the door. Because his mother has been very strict in discipline, he belongs to a very obedient boy. As long as my parents tell me, I will go to the fields to do farm work. In those summer vacation days, he and his brother stayed in the melon shed. Regardless of the time in the journey to the west, I have always been curious about the existence of the melon shed, so I went to the fields to look for it.
Guapeng is not as interesting as I thought. Most of them just sit around or catch an insect and a frog to play. What I'm looking forward to most is that time passes a little bit in the hot summer, so that I can taste the taste of Huang Huali. We all felt thirsty, so we went to the tree to pick pears to quench our thirst. Huanghua pear is really sweeter than green pear.
Second dad can graft fruit trees. Dad asked his second father to come back and grafted all the pear trees to Huang Huali varieties. After only two years of harvest in Huang Huali, the village ordered not to plant pear trees, and people slowly cut down pear trees one by one until there were none left.
When Zhuang grew up from Jane, he took his father's surname and called him Wang from Jane. He was a graduate student and went to work in Russia for many years.
Among the partners who grew up together, one died of liver cancer and the other settled in Tianjin. Although our hometown is still together, we haven't seen each other for many years. If we meet again, it's because the local accent has not changed.