Qiu Nong ● Ding Cailing

Four years have passed. In this autumn and elegant days, the sister and sister returned to Shaanxi to visit relatives. Reunion again, the brothers and sisters seven are dozens of people, and they are as lively and happy as the Spring Festival.

"Tomorrow at 9:30, gather in the Weihe Bridge, and pick up the winter jujube in Xinshi Zaolin?" Can you rush back? "Put down the phone and did not sleep down all night. Go early the next day to Weinan. Cross the bridge, the upper slope, the next slope, the car turned towards the northeast, and it was the winter jujube forest. It is a piece of forest, every tree is covered with jujube, red, green, semi -red and half -green. To be honest, I have never seen the winter jujube tree. Each tree is squeezed and raised. The owner of the jujube forest is enthusiastic and hospitable. He can't help saying, "Eat casually, taste it casually, pick it up." A jujube in the import, crispy and sweet, full of vitality. Take a picture while picking it. The people are thick, and they are picked up with a few large baskets. They have been packed in the scales.

The Chongyang Festival on the ninth day of September of the lunar calendar is a sunny day. When I reached the persimmon ditch on the west, I saw the narrow deep gap, from the bottom of the ditch to the slopes, all of which were persimmon trees. The persimmon trees baptized in the autumn and autumn wind have taken off the green clothes that were once full of oil, full of golden golden hard persimmons, and the soft and sweet red and fiery egg persimmons in the import of imports.

"With so many persimmons, no owner allows, do we dare to pick it?" Sitting under the persimmon tree, persimmons hit my face, excitement difficult to suppress. An old man with a beautiful eyebrow stood on the shore of the ditch, raised his hands, and said with a smile: "Pick it! Pick it! Young people went out to work, and all the elderly dolls stayed at home. There are so many persimmons. "Picking hard persimmons, eating soft eggs persimmons, the sweetness, the coolness, and not being indifferent.

Standing on the shore of the persimmon ditch, the cornfield that could not be seen in the eyes, several sticks were knotted on one pole. The pepper trees planted on the ground, the peppercorns have been harvested, and the peppercorn leaves still have incense. The wild jujube trees on the semi -cliff, jujube stabbing hands, red -red jujube hanging on the branches. Opposite the persimmon ditch, there are three sideways, dark green, dark green, light smoke, and seemingly nothing. The entire Weinan west is so rich and delicious in autumn!

The poetic niece praised Weinan while walking: "In spring, wild flowers and wild vegetables are everywhere. , The trees are lush and the leaves are lush, and the freezing is cool. The fruit garden is fragrant, wild strawberries, wild mulberry ... walk along the ditch, pick all the way to eat all the way; autumn, hairstone, walnut, you can pick up when you enter the mountain, or use it very cheap The price was bought at the door of the local villagers' homes; in winter, the white snow was overwhelming, stepping on the snow along the ditch ... "The fullness of the hometown was written on the face, the heart of the hair, hanging on the mouth.

I used to work in Weinan for many years, but this was not the case. The main crops are wheat, corn, cotton, red cricket, etc., and fruit and vegetables are rarely grown. Some places in Weibei are saline -alkali land, let alone plant fruits, food is not good. There are soil and thick water shortage, and there are few rare trees. When he was drought, he was a soil nest when he stepped on it. When he returned to the county, people became natives. At that time, the peasants could suffer.

The experience has passed. Standing on Weinan 我, I pray silently in my heart: I hope the beauty is always there! May be safe and harmonious, happy and happy, sprinkle every corner of the motherland!

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