You can't plant melons.
In the summer night, the moonlight is like water. On the side of the ditch, several bamboo poles are covered with loofah vines, and the shadows of flowers and leaves are hazy and occasionally tremble slightly. Crickets sang all the time, frogs croaked in the distance, dogs barked intermittently, and occasionally a few night birds whispered in their dreams, and the sound continued at night. Fireflies fly around, flashing, leaving a light mark, like a star falling into the earth.
how can we sit still when adults are shaking the cattail leaf fan and driving away mosquitoes at our feet? Break free, find a glass bottle and run to catch fireflies. Stop on the loofah vine, gently pinch it, and the smooth worm will get it, only the tail will become warped and twinkle. Without holding, we fled in panic. We slapped the light and the fireflies fell in response. Around the loofah vine, I caught many fireflies and jumped home one by one. "Slow down-"The words did not fall to the ground, "whoa ..." Then someone fell, and his knees were worn out by the sand on the ground, oozing blood.
The adults stood up in a hurry, held us still, turned around and picked a towel gourd flower, washed it, mashed it, wrapped it in gauze and gently applied it to the knees. The burning wound was wrapped in loofah flowers, with faint floral fragrance, cool and refreshing, comfortable and painless. Injuries and tears were thrown into the night, and we fell asleep. In the dream, only yellow loofah flowers danced with thousands of fireflies, which was wonderful.
We went home with our schoolbags on our backs. On the dining table, there was a bowl of green loofah. Parents picked up the spoon and scooped the loofah into our bowl: "It's hard to study, so eat more loofah to cool off the heat and refresh yourself." We gulped, and the loofah was sweet and soft, melted in the mouth, and the fragrance lingered between the teeth and cheeks for a long time. Although the dishes are single, they are never tired of eating. The loofah is knotted and picked, and it is knotted and picked. In the long summer, the loofah bathes in sunshine, laughs in the rain and dew, grows up a little, matures a little and is brilliant, just like a child's face.
There are always a few long and big loofahs marked, or tied to stalks with red ropes, or lightly wrapped. We were solemnly told not to pick them and keep them as loofahs. The skin of the towel gourd is getting flatter and smoother, the color is getting lighter and lighter, and it is dark green, light green, brown yellow and dark brown, dried and withered. With a pat, it is hard and there are seeds "squeaky" inside.
Autumn is getting stronger and stronger, and the leaves on the loofah vines are withered one by one. Once the leaves were flourishing, once the yellow flowers were full of branches, which were scattered in the years with the autumn wind, and hope was born at the end of life. Seven or eight kinds of loofahs were picked up and hung under the eaves. From time to time, sparrows pounced on them and pecked curiously with their mouths. Only a dull "beep" sound responded, like a door that could not be knocked open. The sparrows were unwilling and helpless, lost and left, and turned their heads to look back from time to time.
the millet has been harvested and the farming is finished, so I finally have to relax. The dried loofah was taken off and peeled off, and the oval seeds were separated from the white loofah and slipped out smoothly. "Why do you need so many seeds?" I can't help wondering. "Well, it doesn't matter if you have more seeds. In case any neighbor doesn't leave them, you can give them some. Farming without seeds can't be done." Mother ha ha a smile: "Loofah is used to wash dishes and pots, which is enough for one year!" "
The crystal clear ditch is getting farther and farther away, and the loofah on the hanging vine gradually disappears. Those bees and butterflies dancing around the yellow flowers are washed away by the canal water, and their shadows are blurred. In the years, you, me, him, her and its appearance have changed, vaguely, like dream a dream!
I met Luffa again. In the supermarket, it lay quietly on the shelf, beautifully wrapped in a paper box with the words "Bath Wipe" on it, which was used for bathing. I smiled, laughing at its appearance, laughing at the way of reunion, laughing at the rarity, I smiled, didn't take it away, and dialed my mother's phone: "Leave me a dried loofah!" "
The dried loofah came to my side all the way, and my son threw it as a toy, and the loofah seeds played a song. Was it Doraemon or chattering? There is no way to know. "Son, we plant loofah in the flowerpot. It's a beautiful flower that can cover the balcony and we can eat loofah." I look forward to it. The son said happily, "OK, I'll pollinate the flowers!" "
The seeds germinated in the flowerpot, and the cotyledons leaned out of their heads, smelling the breath of spring, calling, and the leaves came out one after another, growing whiskers and climbing all the way along the net. Get up in the morning, oh, grow taller and grow up again! No one knows how they know the direction. Obviously, when they see the whiskers sticking out of the bar, they seem to want to escape, and then they take them back in a blink of an eye, upward and upward.
I can't give ditches with abundant water, fertile soil or enough sunshine. But I kept watering, pouring fertilizer into the soil and pulling weeds out of the flowerpot. I'm looking forward to the flowers overflowing, and I'm looking forward to attracting bees to fly and dance with butterflies. If there are fireflies, I won't use a small fan. I'll let it fly, eat or not, and I don't care.
the loofah vine climbs and climbs, creating a green shade, which is bright and eye-catching, but it just doesn't bloom, just doesn't bloom.
I shouldn't have kept a plant! However, I have given everything I should, and I am puzzled. At least I will grow a bud to respond. It's the first time I've seen a loofah vine that doesn't bloom. Did I apply the wrong fertilizer? It's possible.
well, the loofah has tried its best. It can't give me flowers, fruits and a cool summer. Although we have regrets for each other, it is also good that we are not negative after all!
when I talked to my mother about it, she sighed, and I was puzzled.
"Today's seeds of melons and vegetables are no longer self-reserved, and the hybrid seedlings provided by seed companies have good appearance. However, they can only be planted for one season, and their seeds may not bloom, but they may not bear fruit, which is equivalent to extinction. Therefore, these seeds have long been abandoned. I didn't expect you to plant loofah ... not only loofah, but almost all vegetables are like this, high-tech, alas-"I was shocked.
I opened the remaining seeds, which were the same as the previous ones. They were oval, flat and covered with a white film, but they lost the ability to continue their lives. They were abandoned, mercilessly abandoned, and even deprived of the opportunity to germinate.
this is a natural process for thousands of years, and all life follows the law of survival of the fittest, evolution and spread. At this time, it was forcibly transformed by human beings, and melons could not be planted.
loofah seeds seem to know their own destiny, and they are desperately long and desperately long. Even if they can't blossom and bear fruit, what kind of effort is this? Is it a cry or a carnival? Is it a reward for giving it a chance to live?
I stood on the balcony and stared at the green for a long time. Suddenly a gust of wind, loofah leaves "whimpered", like sobs, and the tip of the towel slid over a drop of water, crystal clear, just like tears.