Apricot Yellowstone is ready.

Spring in the north is easy, but the flowers of various fruit trees will quietly open unconsciously. Peach blossoms in March, pear blossoms and apricot blossoms in April. What impresses me most is that whenever flowers bloom, I like to play with some good friends in the Xinglin near the village. There are not only apricot trees, but also some peach trees, with rows of pear trees and persimmon trees at the end. Their flowers bloom alternately. I haven't had time to say hello, the flowers here have not completely withered, and the flowers over there have quietly bloomed. Petals of various colors fell to the ground, just like a casual multicolored snow just fell, covering the whole land under the tree. Walking on soft land, listening to the rustling of falling petals, closing your eyes, your thoughts will fly freely.

These trees can't stand the spring rain. Yesterday, flowers were in full bloom. After the rain in Mao Mao, the tender leaves quietly appeared on the branches. Small, shy from the top of the branch, causing all kinds of flowers to show that green. Here, little bees are the happiest. They fell on this flower for a while and kissed for a while, and they were all at a loss for excitement. Tired, just stay there quietly, motionless, quietly enjoying the warm sunshine in spring. I'm thinking, if I were that bee, how good it would be to get in close contact with these fragrant stamens! So I held out small tongue and licked it gently. These beautiful stamens are as sweet as honey and very happy.

"Spring scenery is full of gardens. Vaguely reflecting the village pier, driving a mountain city. Good hospitality, the gold plate is lined with red Joan. " It seems that yesterday's apricot flowers have just withered, and the falling petals have not completely integrated with the earth. In an instant, it's time for apricots to fill the garden. At this time, the green apricots hung lazily on the branches, the breeze blew, and the green leaves slapped the round apricots, playing like little friends. The wind in late spring is not anxious at all, light and slow. The warm spring breeze blows casually. In the endless fields, the wheat fields are green, and waves of green waves roll forward endlessly. It is like a huge green silk, spreading all over the earth and embracing the spring breeze warmly. The apricot forest in front of the village is next to the wheat field, just like adding some other scenery at the end of the green.

I always feel that before long, the apricots on the tree have quietly grown up. The greedy children quickly got up, stood on the trembling branches and picked a few without scruple. Olives are not delicious, so playful children throw them away. Adults and children don't care about these things, but they are occasionally severely warned not to do it again. Children always have the cheek to play with adults and have a good time. When apricots are ripe, it's almost time for wheat harvest. It's a little hot, and the round fruits turn from green to yellow quietly in the scorching sun, and some are still a little red, just like a shallow blush on the yellow face, which is really pleasing.

I miss the time when I could eat apricots during the wheat harvest. When I was in primary school, there was an old woman at the school gate. Every time after school, she puts her food stall in the most conspicuous position at the school gate early. She sells everything and is our children's favorite thing. In the seasonal season, some fresh melons and fruits will also be placed. What I remember deeply is the mature wheat apricot at the time of wheat harvest. We are always greedy for our neighbor's little brother. Every time I see grandma, I look at the apricot she put in the basket. My skillful hands casually wave to us and we run around her. How tempting it is to smack your lips, swallow the uncontrollable saliva and watch around! Grandma sells these, needless to say, two or three. She knows that we children don't have much pocket money. Occasionally, my mother will give me a dime or twenty cents, and I can't bear to spend it. I don't know how long it took me to put it in my pocket, and I took it out at this moment. I don't care about those. I bought all those eye-catching apricots anyway. Share it with the neighbor's brother, one for you and one for me. When you eat the last piece, gently divide the apricot into two pieces, and then slowly taste the last two pieces. I bought some, but sometimes I can't finish them. I put them in my pocket or pencil box and read them before class or when I sleep. This is a way of self-liberation.

I remember once, my neighbor's brother was so greedy that neither of us had pocket money. The next morning, before class, he quietly gave me some wheat apricots that we missed very much. I looked at him in surprise, made a face at me and ran straight to the classroom. Later, I learned that he took an egg at home, lied in front of his grandmother, and then changed some. Menstruation finally found out. Of course, beating is indispensable. The past is like smoke. When I went back to my hometown the year before last, I had dinner with my neighbor's brother and talked about these childhood memories, which I vaguely remember as yesterday. Nowadays, our children were very naughty. Seeing that they are now growing up happily, we can't help raising our glasses again and gulping them down.

It was the time when wheat was heading. According to the solar terms, the almond trees near the village were full of fruits, and the joyful and naughty scene of childhood flashed before my eyes. I called my mother the other day to ask about Xinglin. Mother said that because of the expansion of the village in recent years, only a few old apricot trees and a few green apricots were left in the Xinglin near the village, which had lost the fruitful scene of that year. Although Xinglin is not what it used to be, I still miss it at the moment. Thinking of this, I think of my happy childhood. After Grain Rain, the weather became warmer. In Xinglin near the village, some apricots on old trees are waiting for the sun and are about to mature.