In my grandmother's yard, there is a pomegranate tree, which was transplanted from a distant friend's house when my mother was a child and my grandfather was working hard outside. At that time, it was just a weak seedling, and it didn't take long to grow tender leaves. My mother said it was very vital.
Grandma is very sweet. When I was very young, because my mother taught in a school in the suburbs, I became a burden to my grandmother and the lovely baby around her.
Grandma also keeps a group of chickens and ducklings in the small yard. Whenever I am naughty and coquetry, grandma always takes out a small bowl of feed for me to feed them separately. When I watch them play with each other and have a good time, I will giggle happily. My grandmother will look at me happily and accuse me happily, saying, "What a naughty little naughty boy!" "
A vine was planted beside the well in my grandmother's yard. Every harvest season, fruits covered with colorful branches can be sent into my mouth sweetly and printed in my memory. Especially at night, I leaned against my grandmother, held her hand, picked up a small stool and sat under the grape trellis, listening to her stories about heaven and earth, slowly and unconsciously sleeping in her arms and falling asleep sweetly.
In the spring of March, grandma's yard is full of flowers. Clusters of winter jasmine are covered with yellow coats, which makes the farm yard particularly enchanting. Peach blossoms are pale pink, and snow-white pear blossoms also show its unique flavor. Only the pomegranate tree hasn't woken up, but grandma looked at the dazzling yard and said happily to me, "Spring is the season of sowing." If the harvest is good this year, there will be a bumper harvest in our small yard, your father will drink homemade red wine, and you and your mother will have sweet red taro. " Then he pointed to the pomegranate tree and said, "Although it hasn't woken up yet, it will be out of control when it wakes up."
On the night of summer farm yard, the whole village is full of soft moonlight. Grandma often takes me to a small lake not far from home to enjoy the cool. There are many aunts and mothers-in-law here every night. They sat in small groups and looked at the lotus flowers in the lake, which were very beautiful under the cover of night. From time to time, a few dragonflies sleep late, flying around the lotus pond for a while. I took grandma's hand and said happily, "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and a dragonfly had already stood on her head." My grandmother also excitedly reached out and broke a willow branch on her head, rubbed it with her hand, then pulled out the branch inside, blew a whistle and taught me to blow out a loud and pleasant sound.
During my long life with my grandmother, I remember that before my uncle got married, my grandfather invited many people to help turn over the house. At that time, there was no such high labor cost as now, just eating, drinking and having fun. The yard in front of grandma's house has also expanded a lot. With the gradual improvement of living standards, great changes have taken place in my home. The only constant is that the pomegranate tree is still in its original position. My grandfather said that pomegranate trees can't move. It represents the lifelong friendship between friends.
After the yard was expanded, grandma planted all kinds of vegetables. I remember one Sunday, my mother took my hand in the small yard planted by my grandmother and told me that this pomegranate tree woke up late. It slowly opened its eyes, wiped its eyelids, was unknown, and quietly spit out tongue-shaped leaf buds. Leaf buds gradually changed from small to large, from red to green, and emerald green filled the whole canopy. The fragrance filled the courtyard, and peach and pear trees were full of fruits. It is this pomegranate flower that broke through the flower image, emitting a fiery brilliant red from the thick green, and pieces of red and dazzling clouds are loved by everyone. At that time, grandma's small yard was really charming.
Grandma said that in my mother's day, let alone eating fresh peaches and fruits, if I could eat some peaches and fruits, I would feel extremely happy. Now some good quality fruit trees are planted in our neighbor's yard, but there are no pomegranate trees in our house. It blooms brilliantly in May, and makes people salivate when the fruit matures in August. And the skin of the fruit is still relatively thin. It is so thin that people seem to see prominent particles. Passers-by should stop here to enjoy it. Young mothers will be tempted by this crystal when they lead their children to play at home. Just like ruby, people always want to reach out and pick it up, and can't wait to taste its sweet taste.
There is a stream more than ten meters from my grandmother's house. This stream is calm all the year round. My mother-in-law and mother-in-law in my village will come here to wash clothes. It is also a place where my friends and I go to play, fly kites and catch shrimps and crabs. Every time we have the most fun, there will always be a grandmother shouting in the street: "Bao Xiao ... baby ... go home for dinner!" " Every meal, grandma's voice can always get into my ears on time. It will always stop my crazy playing heart and let me find my way home in the afterglow of the country.
When I grew up with my grandmother, I grew up in a small yard with flowers and fresh fruits. Pale red or golden pomegranate trees crowded among the branches and leaves, hung heavily, and some bowed their heads silently and shyly. Some can't help laughing and let the greedy children in the neighborhood wander around all day. When grandma sees this scene, she will smile and pick up the laundry list, pick the fruit from each tree and give it to the children. For example, the children who have won the treasure are all running after each other and are overjoyed.
After listening to my mother's story about my grandmother, and then listening to her story about the small yard, I gradually like to decorate the environment in the yard with green. When I was in primary school, it was also the season when pomegranate bloomed. My grandmother personally brought a transplanted pomegranate seedling home to my mother, who planted it in my back garden. I used to go to see it every time after school, water it and take care of it, occasionally on a Sunday. I found that its leaf buds spread leisurely, widened and became fat, and its leaf color gradually turned green. On the contrary, leaves piled up one after another, adding a Lv Yun to the back garden. There are many trumpet-shaped red buds blooming between the leaves and branches, and I am happy to watch them with my mother. Unexpectedly, my mother said to me, "We must peel off these small buds to make the fruits thinner, reduce their burden and let them grow healthily." So I looked unhappy and begged my mother not to throw them away. My mother continued to explain to me: if all of them stay, the fruits will not be liked by people in the future, and they will not be overloaded and exceed their own labor force like people. If it is evacuated, you will see the fruits of the trees in the mature season.
Listening to my mother's story, there is a beautiful scenery in the back garden, but in front of me, it is a scene like grandma's, a red pomegranate covered with branches.
Maybe it's because of my mother's work, maybe I spent too much time with my grandmother, or maybe I have memories of my grandmother's small yard when I was a child. After graduation, I was assigned to study and work in a new area. One Sunday, my colleagues and I went to the Garden Expo Park for sightseeing, but found a green pomegranate tree next to a small pavilion. When I touch its leaves and fruits covered with branches, there is always a feeling of affection in my heart, so I open it. The same as grandma's, and so cute. "
"Bao Xiao! The pomegranate in the provincial capital is green, ripe or green, which is a symbol of green environmental protection in Hebei. " My mother took a photo of her peeled bright red pomegranate, which was as crystal clear as agate and sent it to me.
"Look at it! Bao Xiao, this is our pomegranate. I gave all our pomegranates to our neighbors and friends for everyone to taste. Your grandmother's family gave it to the children in kindergarten, but grandma never forgot you. She kept it for you, just waiting for you to come back and eat! "
I speak to my mother in the dialect of my hometown in Baoding. At least my mother only uses Mandarin when she is teaching. At this time, if we are all standing in my grandmother's yard, at least the local accent has one side's feelings.
Of course, the local accent is still full of joy. During the Chinese New Year, grandma's grandchildren will get together, and grandma will cook good food for us one by one until she watches us eat happily.
After work, I have less time to go home and visit my grandmother. Sometimes when I was a little younger in my dream, I unconsciously seemed to sleep in my grandmother's arms again. I am always in a daze when I wake up. At this moment, my mother's cell phone rang again: "Bao Xiao, I want to visit my grandmother this Sunday. Can you come back? "
The local accent is hard to change, Qianshan is constantly connected by blood, and I miss my grandmother constantly. It's been a long time since I left my grandmother. I know my elderly grandmother is still shouting loudly with her old strength: "Bao Xiao … Baby … Go home for dinner!" " "
This Sunday, when I went back to grandma's yard again, I saw that every tree in the yard was still fruitful, every fruit was growing healthily, and every green vegetable was rooted in the soil under grandma's careful care, growing happily.
Standing in grandma's yard, the clouds in the sky fluttered and combined at will, and turned into a smile at the moment when the breeze blew, forming a heart-to-heart expression at this moment.
"Bao Xiao ... baby ... eat!" At this moment, I am very happy to go back to my grandmother. In this familiar and warm local accent, I will always be the treasure in my grandmother's heart. In this voice call, I can wake up every day. I grew up in grandma's small yard.