anchor reads classics and accompanies you to say good night. Hello everyone, this is Lightning Night Reading, I am Ma Lin, the anchor of Ningjin Fusion Media, and I will share with you an article by writer Cao Chunlei tonight "Red Dates in Autumn".
After the fall, I look forward to jujube red every day, except for the children, it is the bird. If the intensity of this desire is compared, the birds are more urgent. Because they spend a lot more time in the tree than the children looking up under the tree. They have perched on almost every branch and looked at every red date.
At this time, on the jujube tree in front of my home yard, there must be bird shadows flying around. I suspect that the jujube tree that my father planted back then was specially planted for birds, because what they ate and what was left belonged to us. My father had long since passed away, so there was no way to ask, so I had to tell my mother about my dissatisfaction, but my mother smiled and said, what's the point? How much can they eat with those little mouths.
The beak is small, but the reddest and sweetest jujubes on the top of the tree are pecked by the birds, which is quite annoying. They are uninvited tasters . Don't tell me, this taster is quite qualified. Grandmother always said that if you eat dates, you should eat the ones that the birds have pecked. I ate it and it was really sweet.
When the jujube is ripe, the agate red of a tree is hidden in the green leaves, like a painting, it is festive to look at. Spread a piece of plastic sheeting on the ground, then hold the bamboo pole, and slap it for a while, the jujube falls like rain, and after a while, the ground is covered with a thick layer of red. Mothers usually beat jujubes like this, which is simple and convenient, but some ripe jujubes will be broken after being beaten. I don't do this. I carry a basket, rub against the tree, stand on the branch, and eat whatever I want, whichever is the most popular.
But no matter how hard I try, I can't reach those in the treetops. That belongs to the birds. They disapproved of my presence and ate them anyway. I raised my arms to frighten them, and they flew away with a bang, and after a while, they fell again. In addition to sparrows, the most common of these birds is " Pulsatilla ".
The mother is usually standing under the tree at this time, looking at me nervously, shouting to be careful, and spreading her arms, ready to catch me when I fall. My mother didn't feel relieved until I had eaten enough dates, filled the basket, put it down with a rope, and slipped down with the trunk in my arms.
Poet Ouyang Xiu said: In autumn, red dates are crowded and piled up on the white jade plate of Jun's house. Red dates, white plate, looks delicious. But my mother is not so particular, she just scoops a scoop of water from a big vat with a scoop, put the dates in it to wash, filter out the water, and you can eat it.
I have been away from home for so many years, the jujube tree is still red every autumn, my mother used a bamboo pole to knock it down, carried it with a scoop, and gave it to the neighbors one by one. A few days ago, my mother called and said that this year's jujubes are particularly numerous, and they will soon turn red, and there are more birds on the trees. I know that my mother is not just talking about dates and birds. I should go home and check it out. About the author of
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Cao Chunlei, male, Junan native, Shandong Writers Association member, China Prose Association member. He has published novels, essays, poems, essays, reportage, etc. in newspapers and magazines such as "People's Daily" and " Shandong Literature ".
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Ma Lin, announcer and host of Ningjin Rong Media Center.
