It's autumn again, and persimmon trees are blooming in first frost.

Persimmon is the only designated admission ticket in autumn, and it is a unique taste in autumn! The touch of red in the west is slightly drunk, reflecting the shiny persimmons on the table, giving people a warm red color, melting my heart with the sunset and reminding me of persimmons.

That year, the autumn was crisp and the cold wind was low. Walking in Shan Ye with my two younger brothers, along the narrow winding mountain road, stepping on fallen leaves, blowing the mountain breeze, listening to the staggered bird songs, and walking aimlessly to the depths of the mountains. I don't know how long I've been gone, but my eldest brother cried happily. We looked ahead and followed his hand. A tall persimmon tree stands in the distance, and its leaves fall with the cold wind. A string of golden and round persimmons hangs motionless on the dark and vigorous old branches, and the feeling of joy arises spontaneously, sweeping away the feeling of sad autumn.

I walked quickly, and when I got closer, I saw an old house with a blue tile wall under the persimmon tree. Two mottled wooden doors were left unlocked, and the red couplets on the doors had peeled off, leaving only the ink color of the words.

Hearing the sound, "cheep-ah-"the door left unlocked slowly pushed open by half, and an old man leaned out, wearing a coarse hat, with ravines on his cheeks and forehead, his eyes turbid like a pool of motionless late autumn and his lips sunken. Seeing that we were busy welcoming guests into the house, moving stools and pouring tea, and with a strong accent in our mouths, we realized that all his children had gone to work in the city. He didn't come back for a few years, and his wife died a few years ago. He became an empty nester here alone, guarding an old house and a persimmon tree.

I talked with the old man for a long time and insisted on giving us persimmons. I carefully picked up a ripe persimmon that was about to burst and put it in my hand. This is a cone-shaped persimmon with a sharp bottom. Because it is ripe, the fruit is red and crystal clear, just like a bulging plastic bag. A ray of warm autumn sunshine leaks from the clouds, and the sun looks as bright as agate beads. Mashed persimmons sold in the streets of the city will not show such beautiful colors when cooked again, and they will collapse before they are so soft.

Farewell to the old man, looking back, the rickety body standing under the persimmon tree was lengthened by time in the sunset. ...

I don't know when his children will come back, maybe, just tomorrow, maybe, never.

Persimmons in late autumn are always light and bright. When the leaves fall one after another, it still leaves its charm on the branches alone, making passers-by look around and stare. Hundreds of persimmons on the branches are like bright red lips, telling thousands of withered stories.

Many years ago, my grandfather said, "Grandma was afraid that birds would steal persimmons and took care of them under the tree with bamboo poles. I hope we can eat them when we come back from vacation. Now that grandma is gone, persimmon trees have long been neglected. "

Every time the persimmon ripens, I will rush to grandpa's side, grab his skirt tightly and lead him under the tree. The trace of time flows on grandpa's face, and his deep eyes are full of smiles. At that time, grandpa always came home and found a ladder behind the house. He held a ladder in one hand, shouldered it on his shoulder, and held me in the other hand, walking towards the red persimmon tree in the afterglow ... He threw it on the sacks one by one, and I picked it up one by one, one two three four five six seven eight nine. ...

Many years later, grandma is gone, grandpa is gone, and it is hard to get what you want. I will always remember those beautiful things, forever.

Persimmons just picked will be particularly astringent. Watching its skin mature, its heart is particularly astringent. Green persimmons can only be sweetened if they are soaked in salt water, and immature people can only be mature and stable if they have experienced wind and rain. Vegetation has withered and glory, four seasons have changed, and life has metabolism. When the persimmon is ripe, it will naturally fall. When people are old, they will naturally die.

Persimmon is homophonic with "thing". Persimmon is red in color, sweet in taste and rich in meaning. Persimmon Persimmon, everything goes well, but things are unpredictable. How can everything go well? How can an old friend be long and round year after year?

The countryside was eventually replaced by the city, and the tranquility was always covered by noise. Those houses without owners, doors left unlocked and desolate courtyards all seem to be telling a long-lost life. The persimmon trees in front of and behind the house were covered with red lanterns, and even many ripe persimmons fell to the ground. These fruits, which originally represented a bumper harvest, were suddenly left out in the cold here. Persimmon hanging alone on the branch, fragile life holds on to the branch helplessly, once let go, it will be shattered, with no retreat and no distance.

In autumn, yellow leaves are playing in the air, and the persimmon in front of the door is still red, but it is hard to see that old face again.

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