I remember when I was a few years old, my grandpa’s work unit provided family rooms. I don’t know when, my grandfather cultivated a small garden in the open space in front of the house, surrounded by a fence, so that he could grow some vegetables. You can save some money and the food you eat is fresh. Grandpa often grows onions, radishes, lettuce, and coriander.
Grandpa is planting vegetables in the garden. I also like to follow behind him and watch, but I don’t understand anything. Grandpa first divided the land into several pieces, and each piece of land was separated by ridges of soil raked out by a rake. I just remember that after my grandfather scattered the rapeseeds, he had to step on the dense footprints with his feet.
From then on, I went to the garden every day to see if the seedlings had sprouted. After looking forward to it for a few days, finally there were little seedlings popping up from the ground. There are small clusters of yellow and green, as if they come together, and after a few days, they become one, and they are countless, like thousands of twin brothers. When the seedlings just came out, except for the fluffy green onion seedlings, I couldn't tell what they were, so I wanted to ask my grandpa, who didn't have much patience. I had the courage to ask again, but I kept asking if I didn’t understand. The seedlings are growing taller day by day, and the leaves are wider and more crowded. Grandpa started to eat some food. In this way, vegetables can be eaten and the remaining seedlings have room to grow.
Grandpa sees that I often go to the garden, and he won’t let me in for fear of trampling on the seedlings. But I always forget, can’t control myself, and think it’s novel there. I always want to see heaven and earth. When I came out of the garden, grandpa suddenly appeared in front of me. "Grandpa, I forgot again..." I timidly and carefully closed the door of the vegetable garden again, and I always got scolded by grandpa, but I always forgot. At first, my grandfather also planted eggplants, but then he stopped growing them. Maybe it was because of me. That’s what my aunt told me a few years ago: The eggplant seedlings produced tender and attractive little eggplants. I couldn’t help but pick them and eat them (now I I still like to eat fresh and tender eggplants. They are dark and shiny, with thin skin, and the meat inside is white, and the bite is a little sweet and slightly astringent.) Grandpa noticed that it was missing, so he always blamed me, knowing that I was stealing it. Food. But I don’t know how grandpa knew. Maybe he counted them. I put my hands on the ground, faced the sky and took a bite on the tip of each eggplant. This time there won't be too many, right? Of course the consequences are conceivable. I don’t know how my grandfather scolded me for this. Anyway, I have never planted eggplants since I can remember.
I can’t eat what I want because my grandpa planted it, so I planted it myself. What can be planted? I can’t grow my favorite eggplants myself. After thinking about it, I can always find melon seed seedlings in inconspicuous corners. They are "flat seeds" left behind by people, or they are rotten by mold. If something like this can grow, then I can also plant it. I just choose some plump and big ones. I forgot how I fought with my grandfather to allow me to plant a circle of melon seeds next to the fence. Just go ahead and plant the selected large melon seeds into the ground. I wanted to bury it deeply, hoping that it would grow strong and tall; I thought that the melon seed seedlings came out from the pointed end, so I buried the melon seed seedlings with the pointed end upward, and imitated my grandfather's example of using my feet lightly. Tread lightly.
Seeds are planted, and hope is also planted. I come up every morning and go to the garden in the face of the egg-yellow sun that has just emerged to see if there are any changes and whether the seedlings are showing their heads. Three or four days later, the seedlings broke out of the ground. What I didn't expect was that the roots grew from the tips of the melon seeds. They went around a few turns and penetrated into the soil. After two days, the roots had a firm grasp. , Jing straightened his waist. The melon seed shell was like a little hat on the leaves that were about to grow. After a day or two, the little hat fell to the ground, and the seedlings grew two bright yellow leaves. Those melon seeds buried deeply took many days to emerge. This is all caused by inexperience. Next year, it should be buried shallower and the tip should be pointed downward.
I know that seedlings need to be fertilized so that they can grow taller and stronger and bear full fruits. At that time, carriages often passed by on the road in front of my house. I watched to see if the horses had pulled out any horse manure eggs. If they did, I picked them up with a shovel and scattered two of them next to each seedling.
If I don't see horse dung eggs for several days, I will go to the north side of the railway to look for them. In addition to fertilizing, I water the seedlings almost every day, hoping that they will grow as tall as a tree. Day after day, it grows taller than me, and its leaves are green, like a big cattail fan. Grandpa said that you should break off the extra leaves below so that the melon seed seedlings can quickly grow into flower disks. I didn't know why, so I just did it.
The yellow flowers on the tray gradually fell off, revealing the plump melon seeds. I grew this myself. I couldn't help but break the neck of the sunflower, throw away the remaining flowers on the tray, and look at the neatly arranged melon seeds - the harvest is more joy and pride. Grandma will put the picked melon seeds in a dustpan to dry, and when they are dry, she will dust them to remove the "flat seeds". When Sunday comes, I will take out the melon seeds I grew and fry them. Frying melon seeds also brings the joy of harvest from labor. When my friends come to play with me, I will generously and proudly give them two handfuls of fried melon seeds and tell them that I grew them myself...
Later When my uncle reached the age of starting a family, my grandfather and grandmother spent money to build a house in the garden.
At that time, I was happy to have a new house, but now I prefer that garden. I am envious of anyone who has a garden. They grow some green vegetables in the garden and can eat and pick them at will. How fresh they are. Some people also plant some flowers and fruit trees, with red flowers and green willows, filling the garden with fragrance. I often think about it and have told people many times that when I get old, I will go to the countryside to live the rest of my life. It is best to have a garden in front of and behind the house. How pleasant it would be to plant some flowers and a few grapes in front and build a grape trellis under which to drink tea or a bottle of cold beer in the hot weather! In addition to growing a few vegetables behind the house, I also need to plant a few fruit trees. I like to eat all kinds of fruits.