Hometown of tung tree

In the office and long years of the force of the wind and frost, experience the snow and rush about overworked after each from home to home, there will be strong and weak, far and near miss, whatever your hometown is rich or poor, is beautiful or ordinary, maybe, in each of the mind of the people away from their home, home is beautiful, is a missed.
My hometown-inflammation mountain, there though remote, blocked, backwardness, but there's a mountain, a water to spend a grass, please protect all deep, deep in my mind, when burger night raids, sit, let the window thoughts every now and then, again and again, as if return the familiar place, often is immersed in fine threads continuously recollection, would not come back.
Inflammation mountain to very few people were willing to go to remote close to her, common let to the people there are not many let a person feel the things that, even if I this lived there for 20 years of man, think of and are just some of the scattered bits of debris, no coherent scenes, and seems to have no a symbol, or on her behalf to the thing to let you narratives and description. If so, that was born in barren hills, long range, can be seen everywhere in the tung tree? Just because it was cheap, is long unbridled, grow not to count the cost, so long as has the soil, literally dropped a seed and will take root, germination. The more because tung tree at any time, all give people offer, silently.
March each year, the weather warmed, and tung tree began to TuLu bud, the open white flowers. When a tree of a tree, the flowers are used when the weather and romance will suddenly turn cold, hometown of the man said that the call "frozen flower", meaning the futong only withstood a cold futong flowers will bear fruit, the vitality of a little a bit weak in fall, falls in the cold wind. Whenever the warm season, a scattered the flowers is a good futong of the scenery, the white and red flowers with class point in the cold, cause the spring breeze every now and then, swirl, on one of my hometown, DianRan the beauties of spring, like is silent sing a fragile that the song of life. Is ah!!!!!Natural selection and balance, this is incontrovertible truth. Only the raging in the cold wind still looks after quietly bloomed flowers and trees will secretly gives birth to the value of life.
Summer, plenty of tung trees grow WengWengYuYu, and the size of the height of trees with a harmonious growth, branches crisscross, formed from the heavy. The mountains of the farmers work, tired, and rest in the shade of the drinking water, avoid, the ShuQi, or trust in the tree trunk, stout tung dull to look up at one time. Often this season, tung tree branches, hung with green, approximate spherical, top pointed the fruit. The return of the children from school, want to the woods, from the textbooks or the notebook to a tear secretly two pages, took off some of the green fruit, remove the sharp tung, with the top the brilliant bright and sticky juice, replace glue began making toys. Finish, a comparison, such as a play, a time of childhood in tung tree quietly slip away. The children's home almost won't have glue, so, the children want to paste the heart not tear the teaching material, put up a rare newspaper, and will secretly several star fruit picking tung, hide in the small house, be careful of the ji ji able to rise. Occasionally, parents see, expression, but rarely nonchalance scold. Maybe the parents think: "a few star fruit, even after the mature tung value also not much money." Perhaps they heart era in: "who let you even bought a bottle of glue not come?"
The autumn wind, to the weather turns cold sayin, yellow leaves of tung, in the autumn wind, woods, dancing with spin is that the only mature TongZi (home of the people are so call tung tree fruit) also heavy pressure in the branches. Busy harvest folks, take long bamboo pole, and brought his family, carrying my basket, to get their own privately owned the mountains of natural growth TongZi. A strong man, vigorous climb trees, a rickety, used a knock TongZi, like a shower of hit on the ground, tumble the foot of the hill. The family together to begin, TongZi pick up that point, also collect the hope of poor, greatly small basket, back home, full out into a hill, pile.
Winter's night come early, the weather is cold, labor day some farmers sitting by the temperature, and set to open TongZi hard shell, dig a futong seed, thrust it to fire, shell and a house of warm and separated from the ripples. In the dusk of the kerosene lamps, the temperature of flame, and beat into each one's face on all the red, it but how and lithe and graceful and softhearted family oh!!!!! But retained in the memory only. Cold winter la month, vendors have to buy the seed, with his neighbour futong linen, a pocket for bargain, and a full after a sack and a sack of seed will be futong vendors use hired to horse carried away. Hand a little money they hold of, and began to wonder with this little money, how to buy a little more things.
Last year, he said, father to the hometown futong seed is sold out, probably is industry is not the purpose, a lot of TongZi was also people on the trees, lonely, nobody pay attention to, some still cut down a tree, it didn't tung how much value. Yes, the world is changing, with the development of society, just want to change ease folks, is about how hard the rough hands body with a pair of longing eyes watch? They where to go?