In May, the pomegranate in the yard of my hometown began to blossom.
Compared with other flowers, pomegranate blossoms seem to be a very painful thing. Apricot blossom, peach blossom, pear blossom, when the spring cold is chilly, the leaves are not scattered, or even there is no green, the flowers are brilliant on the branches. Is inadvertently open, let people suddenly feel that spring is coming, time flies, life is short.
However, it really takes patience to wait for the pomegranate to blossom. When most of the flowers are gone, the pomegranate begins to sprout. It took a lot of work to sprout one or two bright red buds from the branches, which was a pleasant surprise, and then there were more and more buds, and the first ones became bigger and darker. After several days, people wait for the heart to be anxious, before slowly blooming, blooming a small cluster of faint red, each bud blooming for a long time, is this faint red. At this time, you can't expect pomegranate to give you a surprise flower. In a few days, the leaves will be green, the trees will be full of whirling branches, and the blooming day will come.
The pomegranate blossoms without modesty or concealment. In a deep green, can not hide this blooming flowers, fiery red. Each flower is like a small bell chime, there are individual blooming, but also three or five together. How much this blooming flower looks like a beautiful woman, Tingting Yuli, smiling happily, dancing in the wind, showing the elegant demeanor of youth! Bai Juyi said in a poem: this thing in the flower is Xi Shi. But in private, he always thinks that the metaphor is inappropriate. Xishi is quiet and weak, how can he be more enthusiastic and unrestrained than the pomegranate?
Yes, pomegranate should be very generous. Unlike peanuts, she hides the most beautiful things deeply. She knows how to show herself, looking at the blossoming flowers, must be sticking her head out of the dark green branches and leaves, holding her head high, smiling charming and confident. The flowering period of pomegranate is also very long, because its flowers bloom one after another, some branches have been hung with ball-sized pomegranates, but there are still small bones squeezed out from the branches and leaves. So, more than ten days have passed, look again, a tree is still fiery red, until the Beginning of Autumn, there are still sparse red
More than twenty years ago, my mother plucked a small seedling from a neighbor's big tree and planted it in the yard. I hope my family's day will become more and more prosperous like this pomegranate flower. Under the careful care of my mother, the pomegranate seedlings thrived, and two or three years later, the pomegranate trees began to blossom and bear fruit. Since then, every Mid-Autumn Festival, big and red pomegranates, together with moon cakes and candies, have become the delicacy of our family when enjoying the moon. Pomegranate trees grow thicker and thicker, bloom more and more, become redder and redder, and produce more and more pomegranates. Every time the pomegranate matured, my mother always chose a few of the best protectors. When she opened her mouth and revealed the crystal clear seeds, she carefully picked them and left them to my sister and me. Other, encountered to borrow things, idle play, the mother picked one for them, they all said that my pomegranate sweet and sour delicious, delicious. In fact, later, I compared my own pomegranate with other people's pomegranate, the taste is similar, nothing special. Now come to think of it, in the era of material scarcity at that time, every family took care of itself, and it was natural to praise people like their mothers when they were able to live.
The pomegranate tree blossoms more and more popular year by year, and the days of my family become more and more prosperous year after year: there is a deposit slip in my mother's dowry cabinet, the black-and-white TV set is replaced by a big color TV, the red tile house is built, and the walls of the courtyard are heightened today. the yard has hardened, but this pomegranate tree still has its own land, and every May, a mass of burning flames dye my yard red.
The May pomegranate flower shines in the eye, and when it comes to the branches, it is the first time to see the son. When you get home at the weekend, the pomegranate should bring a surprise, right? One or two red flowers bloomed among the branches, particularly conspicuous. In the yard, the old hen led the newly hatched chicks and wandered leisurely under the trees; two bright swallows stopped on the tops of the pomegranate trees, looking for a suitable new home under the eaves; the cherries beside the pomegranates were half yellow and slightly red, attracting the eyes of a flock of sparrows. Mother bent over and stubbornly carried a bucket of water from the well, washed the leeks and packed a cage of three fresh dumplings.
May the pomegranate grow red in May.
Author: Ma Lian Hongbo
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