Prose: Drunk in the Autumn Wind

The autumn wind swept the mountains like a magic hand. Once thousands of miles away, it became colorful in an instant. In the autumn wind, the taste of wild fruit is as strong as day. First, it is dispensable. I have been drinking for three or five days.

Plums were the first to escape the aroma of fruits. This kind of wild fruit is just ripe in July. A turbulent autumn wind piled Huangmeizi and Hongmei with swaying branches in the grass on the ground without pity. The unsuspecting people smelled the thick sour and sweet taste and wandered around blankly. Of course, the mountain doll understands the mystery. They plucked the grass under the plum tree and picked it up with their left and right hands. It doesn't take much effort to fill a cage or a small backpack. Plums are not the favorite of mountain dolls. Pick a big and colorful one and try a few. They pick plums and wash plum pits. A catty of plum pits costs 30 cents! Plums in the grass have accumulated for a long time, and the pulp is rotten, giving off a strong sour taste, without a trace of sweet and sour fragrance when plums are just ripe. After the plums were picked, the apple smell of the mountain tincture made the children greedy. The fruit of Dioscorea zingiberensis is like a small apple, much smaller and the size of a finger's belly. The fruit that is not killed by frost is more sour and less sweet, that is, the dolls are twisted by acid one by one, and the pockets are full of Dioscorea zingiberensis. Those tattered and runny babies cried and begged for charity behind the big doll, because the tree of turmeric was full of hope.

The most appetizing thing is sour pear. Sour pear is also called yamanashi. It is as small as pigeon eggs and as big as an egg. Its colors are golden yellow, purplish red and turquoise, with golden yellow and crimson being the best. After the first frost, there is a strong fragrance floating in the Woods, indicating that the sour pear is ripe. Early-maturing sour pears are hidden in the grass on the ground by the autumn wind, and ants, hedgehogs, badgers and birds are busy gluttony and carrying. The busiest are the dolls. They put cages and backpacks together, take them home and pour them into cans. After a few days, they were covered. The thick fragrance made the greedy dolls want to stop, and around the jar, they swallowed sour pears and juicy and sweet juice together. They're all round, and they keep stuffing their mouths. The covered sour pear is dark, sweet and sour, and it is good for strengthening the spleen and appetizing, and eating more will not cause nausea.

The mountain in autumn is simply a treasure house, with fragrant pine nuts, crispy hazelnuts, chestnuts that can satisfy the stomach, and Schisandra chinensis with mixed flavors and a long aftertaste ... You can choose according to your own preferences, and you can harvest free fruits as long as you are willing to work. Although the Guanshan Mountain in autumn is a huge picture, it is magnificent, but the dolls seem to be absent-minded about the beautiful scenery, and what attracts them is the delicacies.

The memory branded in my heart is still the wild fruit wine of my neighbor Shu Gao. On the day when fruit wine is opened, the village is generally busy with festivals. Adults who are busy with the autumn harvest deliberately squeeze out time to taste fruit wine at Uncle Gao's house. The school dolls came back without their schoolbags, so they crowded into Uncle Gao's yard in droves and waited. Adults each have a big bowl and dolls each have a small bowl, which is absolutely fair. After drinking the fruit wine, the adults took a long breath and felt comfortable. They wiped their mouths with their hands and then went to work. After drinking a small bowl of fruit wine, the dolls swam deftly on the upper and lower lips with the tip of their tongues, eagerly looking at the fruit wine jar, expecting Shu Gao's pity. The color of sour pear wine is Huang Liang, and the sweet and sour bouquet is mixed with rich bouquet, which makes people unbearable. Every time they finish a small bowl, they always stare at the fruit jar and are unwilling to leave. Uncle Gao always touches our heads intimately: "Everyone is a greedy cat! If everyone drinks more evenly, there won't be any more. You will get drunk if you drink too much. "

Now it's the late autumn when the forest is completely dyed and the frost leaves are red in February, and I'm back in my hometown. With the implementation of the whole village resettlement project, there is only an empty name left in my hometown. People go to empty buildings, old houses are decadent, wormwood becomes forests, pheasants flock, people can't be heard, only birds and animals are singing. Next to the collapsed old house in Shu Gao, among a clump of wormwood taller than people, I found two vats for brewing wild fruit wine in Shu Gao and a thick porcelain urn with a bulging belly. Although the owner has been dead for more than ten years, the familiar and mellow wild fruit wine still seems to escape from the vat. ...

About the author:

Liu Jie, male, from Huating, Gansu Province, is a first-class teacher, a member of Gansu Writers Association, and vice chairman of Huating Writers Association. He has published more than 500,000 words of prose novels in domestic newspapers and periodicals, and the collection of prose "Three Friends" was published by China Theatre Publishing House.

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