【Jinfeng】 Pick up autumn home

Zhao Zili

Every fall, my mother is always busy like a gyroscope. After rice and peanuts have entered the position, she likes to pick up autumn the most.

In the Mid -Autumn Festival this year, my wife and I went back to my hometown to visit my parents. Pushing the wooden door of the small courtyard, the courtyard was drank with Jin Chancan's "autumn". The corn is hung under the eaves, and the red fire peppers hang on both sides of the door, like a couplet. There are a few peanuts on the ground, and there are several persimmons that have just been taken off.

The parents were not at home, and the neighbors said that her mother had picked up chestnuts. The chestnut field was behind the house, and after a while we saw the mother under the chestnut tree. She bent down, held the fire sickle, and carefully pulled the weeds on the ground. "Mom, I'm picking up chestnuts again." I greeted my mother, and she straightened her waist, with a smile on her face. "You are back, you can help me pick up chestnuts." Mother said comfortably. We learned the look of our mother and picked up the chestnuts left in the weeds. The chestnut is more than half of the blanking on the ground, and then rolled into the weeds, so I have to hold the fire sickle and see it a little to see it. "Go back first, I'll pick up for a while, it's a pity not to pick it back." The mother said with a smile. We have fewer to the ground and are not durable, and our mother is distressed in her eyes. However, we still pick up chestnuts with our mother. Although the movements are sparse, we can help my mother a little busy, and we feel extremely pleased.

Retrieved the chestnut and pour it on the cement floor for a long time to keep the refrigerator and save it. I like to eat chestnut, peel off a mouth, chew, squeak, sweet and chewy, and feel very enjoyable. "Rebuilding the chestnut, I always feel a little sweet." The mother murmured. Yes, it is a pity if you do n’t recover, so it feels sweeter, and I feel the same as my mother's words. I have to bring back the chestnut, I always take a little back to the city, and I chew a few tasks when I think about it. There is a taste in it.

There are several jujube trees behind the house. When the jujube turns yellow in autumn, the mother always picks it up and gives it to the neighbors to taste it. The jujube tree is old, and he has grown behind the house since he was a child, but he was very willing to bear the results. The jujube is sweet and crispy, and has nourished the memories of generations. The jujube trees are too high, and the treetops can not be removed. It is unfortunate. As soon as we went home, our mother said how many jujube had not been taken. So, moved the wooden ladder and stabilized it on the tree. I climbed to the wooden ladder and knocked on the dates on the tree with a bamboo stick. The mother and wife were under the tree, holding the huge oil cloth, and the dates fell on the oil cloth when they knocked it down, which means "big beads and small beads falling into the jade plate". The family hit jujube and made a laugh from time to time. The jujube was all included in the pocket, and the happiest was the mother. She said that she could send more to the neighbors.

My mother also likes to take us to the vegetable garden, often unexpected gains. A few lentils that are taken off, or a tender pumpkin hiding under the melon leaves, will make us happy.

With my mother, I picked up the autumn, and I also picked up the real happiness.

- END -