Mining Blue

I often sit in front of the window, facing the building, stunned. Are the swaying trees, fixed houses, flowing clouds, changing sky and tall buildings? No, I really don’t think about anything, even if I think about anything, I can’t understand it. Thoughts like grass like smoke, crazy long but shaky. My wife often sighed that why there were so many talent shows on TV was not like a daze. She estimated that the champion was none other than me; My daughter’s adorable comment was more dull than a daze. On a very common day, after lunch, follow the old rules and die. Suddenly, the cellphone WeChat reminded me of the stereo, and picked it up casually. I don’t know whether it was a friend who had been friends for many years or a friend who was transferred. The title is Heilongjiang’s natural fruits. How many kinds do you know? It seems that the wind blows through my heart, and I feel a little moved and forward it conveniently. I didn’t want to get into trouble, and the sound of the prompt exploded wildly. Click on, refresh the screen, many people forward. Five minutes after rough statistics, more than 50 likes, and numerous comments: What day back try miss, is very miss take us to envy this fruit should only be Heaven have true taste and? Haven’t seen, ever heard of Big Brother is eaten shen xian guo, haha silent pictures picture point to open with a vision of having them in place floating. Blueberry (Persimmon); Indigo (eggplant); Red Bean in North China; Sorghum fruit; Tinker seed; Tomo; Rose fruit; Blackcurrant; Stinky plum laughed out unconsciously, and her daughter came to make fun, although it was floating, but there is envy in my eyes. Delicious? Delicious. Mouth overturned cruet stand. Seem to remember, blueberry and Lonicera edulis eat more dye mouth, teeth. Mountain Choji raw astringent, best for sugar steamed to eat, rose stomach; Sorghum fruit far away smell the fragrance, and a kind of dog Dates said to bear pull it out of the most delicious pure natural green food! Is. Picked? Picked, wild picking. Was it fun? Watch only been to farmhouse picked vegetables daughter, speechless. Home in xiaoxing’an Mountain North Slope, was jurisdiction in Yichun city subordinate of forestry bureau, is a forest farm, now have disappeared. Go back to the home, good for you,-my childhood have nowhere. Where have you been to houses, places, schools, childhood partners and neighbors? That mountain, that tree, that river, you all right? Today of Yichun, forest, Korean pine of hometown, natural oxygen bar reputation, advertising language Yichun hospitality without wine, hold out Green on intoxicating. Regardless of the season, people coming and going, tourism development very quickly. There are also many outsiders who buy property. People who have been there say that Jiangnan is better than others, especially in winter and summer. People have changed, hometown become foreign land. I’m a little offended, it even so beauty. I often reflect on how so lack aesthetic ability, eyes do? Childhood doing again? I ten years of youth here? Deep in mind is a painting, occasionally disorder space-time, casual show. A green, mountains and downs; Lake, sky blue water blue; Scattered pine Silent Guardian Valley, tree thick, mottled, color mixed and disorderly in the grass, clusters of small shrubs unfolding, with fruit Gray of blueberries as small lantern as studded with its branches, glittering, filled with young woman-like temptation. There are sixty-four families in the forest farm. Adult males are unified as forestry workers, and a few females are service workers. Most of them are housewives who look after their own children in different numbers. In my impression, they are all busy. Blueberry, we commonly known as Persimmon, is we the childhood snacks, every autumn have, individual people will in cellar sugar some storage to winter eat, unlike feng nian to see one of the few frozen pear and frozen persimmon, are commonplace. Later, I know it’s called unique. It’s amazing, every family has, but not much storage, because of this, children in each fall have on blueberry longings for. I had mother and plains of blueberry expressed greed. Mother pledge brokenly: Don’t waste things. Pick blueberries is the thing, we eight or nine-year-old front only responsible for Eat. If you want to buy it, absolutely not. Mother patted my head and said: I am always suffering, the water is cold, I will get sick, I will talk about it when I get older. Eager for several years, finally 11-year-old Autumn arrived. Xiaojun, the peer next door, ran and said that he smelt the ripe taste of du Persimmon, and I couldn’t wait any more. Due to fear of mother, can’t said, while her to neighborhood home wedding, we secretly, excitedly with small pots and marched on. I didn’t notice, and my younger brother ran to follow me. Through a small jungle, in the single plank bridge across river, came to the nearest, mother often mentioned a small hills and looking piece of blueberry seedlings, We excited exception. Maybe because of being close to home, there are many people coming here, and the picking conditions here are good. But blueberry quality is barely satisfactory. No sense of disappointment, bent down, carry big, cooked mining, and grains purple blueberry in bowl agglomeration. Picking picking, small Army proposed game, first try, pick taste delicious mining, full particles of mining, can’t bring leaves, can’t knocked fruit gray. Consent. Eyes around search best target, mouth taste sweet acid cool, hand carefully touch, Basin try not to sloshing avoid fruit grain collision. While mining play, unconsciously basin full of the, some regret container with small, irreparable, only knock off. To the family member announce. The spoils of war were brought to my mother, and the expected rewards and encouragement were not received. Mother Care about let me petrifaction, you look after brother? Yes, where is my brother? I look back empty, silly. Mother hand a Huala and rushed out the door. When I fell to the ground, the basin was spilled, and a grain of blueberry fell to the ground, rolling around. Can’t pick up, to keep up with mother, also and submissive, wind toward the mountains. Just into the woods, saw brother sitting in a tree stump on eating blueberries, and wore Khan, at US heartless laugh, purple mouth bares white teeth. When leaves jian huang, pick blueberries of day in true came to, mother prepared picked a no rain days, the still dark, we’re well equipped about on peer to forest. The Morning Dew was very heavy, and soon the clothes and shoes became wet; The mountain road in the forest was very slippery, and from time to time someone fell down, and the branches of shrubs were also horizontally blocked and vertically blocked; more disturbing are mosquitoes and little bite around buzzing circling, can always find you no protection Good place left a string bag. Three four kilometres away blueberries and land, I saw a painting, deeply in the memory in. Before mining, my mother exhorted that the Persimmon seedlings should never be folded, the ripe ones on the ground should not be picked up, and the feet should not be stepped randomly, etc. Now I wonder how my mother’s simple environmental awareness came from, which can only be attributed to the declaration of the Earth. Edge pick concurrent mining, occasionally hit cobwebs paste eye, step on ant nest on with ants itching, feet sank in up to water cool. But more is surprise, found large, larger; Cooked, ripe; Multi-of, more. Children squeak gaggle, adults also watching us laugh, sound in Valley Zhou. Most impressive is once I newly adopted full a basin, missed grass tripped, and all gave Earth. Dreaming now also want to back pick. Noon, large and small furniture all filled with, we triumph. Don’t pick it in the afternoon. According to adults, the sun is very poisonous and will make people dizzy. When I came back home, I didn’t taste it at first, but changed clothes, dried my pale feet, and looked for grass from head to foot carefully, especially my hair, armpits and groin. If found, can’t drag, its body broken, head can still drilling body, cause disease. The common method is to beat the sole until it escapes by itself, or burn it with cigarette butts. All clean up after, taste Labor results, this is the most happy things. That feeling so far people memorable. It’s time to think about new ideas after eating too much. Today, we often see dried blueberry, blueberry drinks and blueberry wine in supermarkets. This is not surprising. We have all tested it. We have also pickled sugar to make cans and added baking soda to make soda, for the skillet juice boil thick put leaves dry on do blueberry gao. My satisfaction is approaching winter follow charm to directly frozen, tastes better than frozen pear more sweet and sour, awesome, exciting. Pick blueberries is hard work-and happy things with age, reading farther and farther away from, pick blueberries day much less, but not broken ever eat. 1987 nian finished university summer vacation, divisions and hope admission day bored, uneasy. It happened that a beverage factory began to purchase blueberry, and its economic value was reflected. The folks were very excited. It turned out that this blue little wild fruit could become the money people needed urgently. I started picking with everyone. I went out early and came back late every day, rain or rain. Day trek dozens of kilometers, legs and feet often by bubble of white, occasionally tumble that. If you are hungry, eat some dry food you bring yourself; If you are thirsty, find a stream or a water bubble to have a drink at will; If you are tired, stand straight up for a while; If you sweat, you can’t take care of wiping; there is no time to scratch the bag bitten by mosquitoes. Time is really money. Containers are getting bigger and bigger; Roads are getting farther and farther; The scope of dabbling is also getting wider and wider; People, is gradually increased; Picking speed are speeding up; Laughter ripples in Valley Hills, the joy of harvest permeates forest farm. For nearly a month, I picked a lot of blueberries. The highest record was six basins a day, more than 100 jin. It was really a miracle that so many tiny and light blueberries could be accumulated. Picking the most difficult is to home, big basin bucket mining full after, a need to move, back and forth round-trip, costs a lot of time, often in shoulder and arm leave marks on the, long time not retreated. At the beginning of the university, I unexpectedly sold more than 170 yuan, but in the 1980 s, the braised pork ribs in the university canteen were only Octagonal. I bought one dime and one Jin, more than one ton, I really don’t know, I was shocked, Too terrible. This crazy behavior was deeply left in my memory. Now, the occasional pain in my leg bones often reminds me of those days. Maybe I will never forget it. Although I had holidays during college, I came and went in a hurry and said goodbye to picking blueberries completely. Taste still have, can feel is down year fruit with green, size also not long enough, taste of the fishes bitter. I gradually dislike eating blueberries. In the following years, when it comes to blueberries, it was the news from my mother that Xiaojun made a lot of money in picking blueberries and bought motorcycles. The three sons of Lao Wang’s family lived in the mountains in order to pick more blueberries and were not ripe yet, there are people everywhere. Persimmon seedlings are broken and trampled in many places, it didn’t work out. Some people occupied the Hill and prohibited others from picking. Some people lost their way and looked for it for several days. Some people had no choice but to fight for it, showing their worries. Not long after I took part in the work, my parents moved to the city where I live now with me. In a flash, more than twenty years have passed. Chores bother, home only with parents back twice, my classmates, friends scattered, I and native place has the alienation. Blueberry is getting farther and farther away from me, and gradually turns into a deep purple in my dream. Not long ago, I contacted Xiaojun through WeChat. It should be called Laojun. I talked all night and unexpectedly mentioned blueberry. Forestry began its industrial transformation in the 1990 s, from logging to forest management. The Forest Farm was merged, the workers were transferred, the small army who took the place of his father was left without pay and worked everywhere. Residents were concentrated in the urban area, and my hometown was abolished and designated as a protected area. There is no mark on the map any more. Now Blueberry has become a scarce resource, which is a good gift. Long wild blueberry place many contracted with personal, was also specializing in artificial cultivation, by this who became rich. It was autumn again, Xiaojun asked someone to bring a jar of blueberry, which was beautifully packaged. I called it the hometown on the tip of the tongue. Pick up one and put it in your mouth. It is neither sweet nor sour, not the smell in your memory. 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