The spring breeze is soft, the spring rain is sweet, and the flowers are blooming, white like snow, red like clouds, and the pink cherry blossoms are like a light cloud.
Immersed in the beautiful spring scenery of Jiangnan, imagining that distant hometown, you should also be awakened by the spring breeze at this time, melting the fragmentary days, and blooming into a piece of human warmth—— The "dinosaur flowers" that can climb the wall may be sleeping soundly in their infancy; the peanut flowers by the field may be shaking their yellow little heads and whispering; the beautiful pomegranate flowers in the courtyard may be combing their hair in the spring breeze, bathing in the spring rain, and The bees coming and going talk about love...
The spring in the south of the Yangtze River is like smoke, while the spring in my hometown is like the sea.
Winter is passing and spring is coming, and the spring flowers are blooming again. What a beautiful spring!
Frail pomegranate flowers
That year the wind was gentle and the sun was warm, and the shadows of the trees were dancing. The newborn lambs were jumping around in the yard, enjoying the beautiful spring time. But my mother's belly, which was more than eight months old, was still thin and huddled. Farmers are poor, and even the pomegranate trees that used to be so prosperous may be malnourished because of this. It is almost mid-May, and there are few buds on the branches.
"This year's pomegranates are not growing vigorously." The mother stared blankly at the thin pomegranate tree. Grandma noticed her mother's anxiety, handed her noodle soup made from the only white flour in the house, and patted her on the back: "Come on, come on! If it rains again, the pomegranates will bloom!"
In mid-May, it began to rain, and my mother began to see redness, showing signs of labor. The farmer's family was poor and could not afford to go to the hospital in the town. The mother's moans in bed became more and more painful. In the rainy night, grandma walked many mountain roads on tiptoe and invited the midwife. However, after Yin hour, the midwife announced that the baby was stillborn.
I think my little face must have been as weak as the pomegranate buds in the courtyard. I neither cried nor breathed, and it was as quiet as death. At less than five pounds, I looked like a little mouse.
My mother was in a coma, and my father had compromised and wanted to use me as fertilizer and bury me under the pomegranate tree in the yard, but my grandma refused to give up her efforts. She held me, warmed me, and patted me. She stayed up all night, but I still made no sound in her arms.
When the night rain stopped and dawn came, a stubborn bright red reflected in grandma's eyes - the pomegranate flowers in the courtyard bloomed, and my soul came back, little one. The little nose began to flap.
The mother who had just given birth had no milk yet, and the neighbors had not gotten up yet. Grandma tiptoed to the sheepfold and squeezed the source of life for me. One drop, two drops, three drops...? Every drop of goat's milk brings me hope of life.
The sky is getting brighter, and the air after the rain is very fresh. Grandma holds me like a little mouse in her arms, while caressing the stubborn and weak pomegranate flower.
She said: "This flower bloomed early!"
The healing "dinosaur flower" < /p>
When I was less than a month old and came into this world, I had an underdeveloped brain and imperfect resistance. There is an extra mouth in the family, a mouth for eating and taking medicine. So, in order to make a living, my parents left me at home as a child and went out to work. I am a "left-behind child" in the modern sense, hovering on the edge of happiness and misfortune, and my sweet and bitter childhood is not a special case.
I am as fragile as glass and cannot withstand the attack of any disease. But I was not alone. Every winter when I was growing up, I had a whole season of typhoid fever and cough to accompany me through the winter.
Grandma listened to me coughing all night and kept me tossing and turning. She found out about the folk remedy - chop ginger, put it in peanut oil that has been solidified by cold, and drink it to relieve cough.
But I couldn’t stand the taste of ginger the most, so I would swallow it every time, and then spit it out, crying uncomfortably.
Every time, grandma patted my back gently without saying anything, and there was no look of blame on her face.
But this nauseating remedy was eventually abandoned until the seeds of the "dinosaur fruit" emerged and cured me of the throat-rending malady that had plagued me throughout my childhood.
That day, grandma happily called me over and spread out her chapped palms, with a few wrinkled seeds lying quietly on them. She told me mysteriously and hopefully that this was the medicine for me. Plant in spring and harvest a lot of seeds in autumn. Drying these seeds and frying them in oil can cure coughs. She held the wrinkled seeds carefully, as if she were holding a pill that could cure all diseases.
Spring is here, and I have survived another winter. Grandma planted the seeds carefully and watched them three times a day. These wrinkled little things really lived up to grandma's hopes. They burst out of the ground vigorously, crawled and crawled, and climbed to the roof, blooming with pale yellow flowers. The small pale yellow flowers sway in the wind, bringing bursts of fragrance. Grandma looked at the wall full of flowers and smiled contentedly, stroking the top of my head with her rough hands. At the end of summer, the small pale yellow flowers faded, and many small, wrinkled green fruits appeared on the branches.
I still don’t know the scientific name of that little fruit. They are roughly shaped like pears, but they are pointed at both ends and bulging in the middle. They are green on the outside and have a rough skin, like the skin of a dinosaur, but inside are bright red fruits with sweet and small seeds that can cure diseases. Just hiding inside.
Winter is here again, and my grandma used the seeds of the small "dinosaur fruit" to make a good medicine for me. Crackling! The little seeds jumped happily in the oil pan, with grandma's love and hope, jumping, jumping... Grandma squinted her eyes and gently blew the steaming hot air, and the fire reflected her face. The seeds will make your face wrinkle.
Although the "medicine" made from the seeds of "Dinosaur Fruit" did not eradicate my disease, my grandma still insisted on cooking it for me every year, working hard, hoping to let her grandson My daughter's health is getting better and better. Therefore, the pale yellow "dinosaur flower" bloomed every summer in my childhood, representing a kind of hope and becoming the best medicine in this cold world.
I still have no way of knowing what kind of plant it is. I call it dinosaur fruit and my hope.
Simple peanut flowers
The soil in my hometown is not fertile, but it has contributed a rare treasure in the world - peanuts as the main crop One of them has filled thousands of stomachs and moistened thousands of pairs of eyes.
Grandma’s life is related to the land and peanuts. Selecting seeds, sowing, harvesting, peeling seeds, and making oil, all processes pass through her hands.
May is a suitable season for sowing peanuts, and the fat peanut seeds that have been sleeping all winter are gradually waking up. After a drenching rain, grandma took me, a young man, to the fields to sow seeds, carrying seeds and shovels.
At first, I was willing to help, holding a small basket with my thin black arms. Grandma shoveled a hole in front and asked me to put two baskets in the hole. Peanuts. I couldn't hold a few slippery peanuts in my small hands, so I either put one in a pit, or put a lot of them. When I looked up, the grandma in front of me had already pulled me far away, laughing at my clumsy look. I began to get tired of it, became angry, and finally dropped the small basket and went to pick flowers in the shade of the field.
After the peanuts are planted, they should be covered with a transparent film to keep them warm and moisturized. With warmth and moisture, the peanut buds will sprout out of the ground in a few days and become tender. Tender and green. At this time, the film covering Ya'er becomes an obstacle to growth. If the film pressing on Ya'er's head is not punctured in time, Ya'er will be suffocated to death.
Grandma is like a diligent blue bird, always visiting. When the ya'er's head is slightly exposed, grandma will hold a small wooden stick, bend down, and release the ya'er one by one. She was so serious that I was often fascinated by her. I think, in grandma's eyes, those little green heads that can't speak must be like the chickens, ducks, geese and sheep at home, like the little granddaughter who can cry out in pain, so that every move she makes, All are full of lovingkindness.
The released buds grew up freely. In June, when the wheat seedlings began to scion, the peanuts also bloomed, which were small yellow flowers. Never show off, like a shy little girl, hiding under the thick leaves. Grandma knew what they were thinking, so she just watched quietly and smiled kindly.
When the peanuts bloom, it is also the time when all the flowers are in bloom. When all the flowers are noisy about who is more beautiful, I only like the peanuts. Small yellow flowers. The more yellow flowers bloom, the more fruit will be produced. I saw the green fields, dotted with small yellow flowers, and grandma’s white hair hidden among them. It was really the most beautiful scenery in the world.
And now, I have left the hometown where my grandma is buried. In May, the farming scene is busy. I imagine that my father and mother are still beside the fields, caring and loving. The earth fulfills the dream of each peanut seed, quietly listens to the thoughts of each little yellow flower, and quietly withers with them, on the land that gave birth to and raised her, like grandma, like mother, like thousands of simple people. The rural women who bloomed silently throughout their lives, and then withered silently, seemed to have never been remembered by life, but they did live a warm, simple and kind life.
It’s May again. Grandma! How I want to go back to my childhood, holding a small basket and planting peanuts behind you! If I have another chance, I will definitely not cry tired. Even if I walk all the long roads in the world that are full of thorns, I will still reach our field.
Crystal tears
Grandma is a very strong and stubborn person. She became a widow at a young age and endured all kinds of hardships. The children have grown up, suffered all kinds of grievances, and suffered all kinds of hardships, but they have never shed a single tear.
And I am so lucky to have my grandma’s love and tears.
Although my parents work outside all year round and I grew up with my grandma, I am my biological child after all, and my mother misses me more and more. Finally, one summer day, my parents came back. This time, they decided to take me to live in a small town in the south for a while. I seemed to have no expectations for the small town in the south, and no nostalgia for the small village now - maybe I was just too young. .
I have forgotten the meals and conversations that day, but only remember the stories on the narrow country road. In the evening, after packing up, my mother took my hand and walked out. Several aunts were also there. They saw us at the door, then stopped and watched us go forward, but only grandma kept following us and me. behind.
She was wearing an old-fashioned blue coat and her hair was in a gray bun. She was calling my name as she walked. She was in tears and wiped them with her sleeves from time to time. With tears.
"Xiao Ni...Xiao Ni..." She cried so sadly, as if she was losing me.
And what happened to me? The 5-year-old me didn't even express anything. I looked back frequently, but I didn't cry. But this scene is deeply engraved in my mind. For many years, this scene has been lingering in my heart for a long time, and it can make me cry every time.
After my grandma left, I bloomed countless tears for her. She loved flowers so much during her lifetime. I crushed the colors of the red, red, and yellow flowers into pieces. Transparent tears rolled down my face and flowed in every dream I had.
Grandma! If possible, I would like to turn my tears into the drizzle during the Qingming Festival to nourish your grave, and turn them into crystal stars in the sky to accompany you every lonely night.
Burning Nihuahua
Grandma once said that every girl is a flower. My destiny is to be a pomegranate flower, so you always water it carefully, but this pomegranate tree is now deserted in the yard of my hometown, just like my desolate mood.
But grandma, I don’t want to be a pomegranate flower. I am the "Xiao Ni" you call me, a "Ni flower" with many colors.
My grandma carefully took care of me, a frail little flower, and passed on to me the principles she had accumulated throughout her life, teaching me to be a well-informed and virtuous housewife who knew the rules. Regarding table manners and the rules of the home where men are superior to women, I have long forgotten them as decay, but I only remember my grandma’s kindness and innocence.
I don’t know how many years ago it was a night, the summer night was like water and the cool breeze was blowing. I was lying in my grandma’s arms, watching her point out the stars in the sky, and Hear her sing the songs of her youth and the myths and legends she heard. When I was half asleep and half awake, I suddenly thought about the issue of life and death. I struggled in her arms, "Grandma, will you die?"
Grandma nodded. , my tears fell down. I didn’t know what life would be like without my grandma, so I sobbed carefully. Grandma comforted me, "If I don’t die now, it will take many years!"
"How many years?"
"In another seventy years."
I felt relieved and stopped sobbing, as if that day would never come.
In fact, grandma did not live to be seventy years old, let alone another seventy years. Grandma is getting older, but I am growing up gradually. Slowly, I have grown taller, my waist has become thinner, and I have my period for the first time in my life.
Grandma looked at me as if she were looking at a little flower that was slowly emerging and falling. She used to call me "Xiao Nier", but she changed her name to "Hua" from then on. Nier".
As the girl grew up, my grandma also considered my life events early. In fact, one year before my grandma passed away, I was already 23 years old. In her eyes, I She is indeed older, but because she continues to study, she cannot marry early and have children like girls who do not study.
In the winter of that year, the sun was very bright, but grandma’s body was much weaker. I went to see her and my parents and aunt and other relatives were there. Grandma was sitting on the bed, saw me, and said slowly: "I was thinking last night, what kind of family does Hua Nier want to find? I thought about it all night, but I couldn't sleep."< /p>
Some relatives were laughing, and I blushed.
She said slowly: "Find someone who is similar, someone who knows both coldness and warmth, and will cherish others."
I had a boyfriend at the time, so I blamed my grandma for worrying too much, and she stopped talking.
When grandma closed her eyes, I was not by her side. Everything was too sudden, and she did not expect that she would pass away so soon. The yard is full of sun-dried peanut seeds and broad bean seeds, the firewood at the door is piled up into a hill, and the clothes I made for my little cousin have not yet been embroidered... Everything is full of hope for the beginning of spring. .
And she was leaving so suddenly.
Before leaving, grandma did not forget to tell her mother, "Both of them are sheep... they may not get along very well."
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My boyfriend and I still broke up. In fact, it was not my grandma’s prediction. Our personalities were indeed inappropriate. After we broke up, my mother told me about it, and I suddenly remembered what my grandma said slowly in winter. I burst into tears thinking that no one would ever care so much about my life-long affairs that I could not sleep at night.
On the days when grandma left, the stars and flowers were dimmed a lot. Fortunately, I have never forgotten grandma’s expectations. "Nihuahua" has been blooming unyieldingly. Although she is not beautiful, she is very strong and simple. I miss her very much.
The peach blossoms shine brightly. When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family. Grandma! I'm getting engaged soon, to a man as kind and earthy as earth, whose arms hold up all my dreams and scars. Are you relieved now? But without your testimony, what a pity!
With tears in my eyes, I saw the spring flowers. When grandma left, it was in April before spring plowing had begun.
After grandma left, flowers bloomed all over the mountains and plains. The white ones are like snow and the red ones are like clouds. The yellow and white "dinosaur flowers" on the roof are covered with white gauze. The yellow peanut flowers on the edge of the field are silent. The bright red pomegranate flowers in the courtyard Burn into flames. Grandma went, and all the flowers were spontaneously holding a funeral. I looked at the flowers all over the mountains and fields, full of memories of grandma. How wonderful! Grandma was accompanied by various flowers and read by "Nini Flower". From then on, she lay quietly in the fragrance of April, quietly enjoying the splendor and enjoying the whole spring.
After ten years, grandma’s flowers are blooming again. What a beautiful spring!