Wentu/Ying Zhigang

My aunt in my hometown has a large yard that has been reclaimed into a vegetable garden, and fruits and fruits are constantly available all year round. Every time I go back, I pick a cucumber from the melon seedlings and chew it in my mouth. The pastoral taste and the full juice are swallowed into my stomach. It is by no means comparable to the items used to satisfy hunger in the supermarket.

Going to the agricultural park on the shores of North Tai Lake in Wangting, the daughter of the owner took out a watermelon from the muddy ground overgrown with weeds, patted it loudly with her hand, and boasted,"Our melon land never uses medicine, but grows with weeds. It is sweet and crisp."

Later, we chatted, facing the loess and facing the sky. When farmers were so miserable, why did they still jump into this "pit"? The little girl was very proud,"Because Dad wants us to eat the vegetables he planted and the melons he planted."

This is quite like my aunt's simple philosophy of life,"You watch melons and vegetables grow little by little. What you see with your own eyes is better than eating those things with unknown origins."

At this time of year, I go to North Taihu Lake for a tour and order some fruits and fruits to send to friends or comfort my son who has been out of summer vacation. In the material age, as parents, they may be able to make do with industrialized agricultural products, but they will never make do with their children's taste buds and health.

Because of my work, I am familiar with every inch of the land in Wangting. From planting seedlings to maturing melons, I come here every season to collect wind or take photos. Therefore, I can also say that the fruits and fruits produced here are "watched with my own eyes." It grows."

So every time I walked into various farms, the village owners I knew would say hello and let me run wild in the fields, picking melons, pinching fruits, rubbing them on my pants, and chewing them in my mouth. The old aunt who worked in the fields laughed when she saw them,"You look more like a farmer than us farmers."

I joked,"Is it possible that you have given the medicine to prevent me from stealing it?" The old aunt waved her hands repeatedly,"The boss won't give me the medicine. Even the melons with the medicine won't taste good."

The watermelon that grew up with the weeds was not big. It burst with a punch. The red juice fell on the palm of your hand and followed your fingers to the ground. If you had the leisure to wait, you would soon see dense ants swirling around the juice.

Because the cracked melons are uneven, they usually have to hold the melons and dig them down. At this time, they encounter a buck-toothed one with front teeth and have a lot of advantages.

Pieces of sweet red flesh were scraped into his mouth, but before he could chew, the sweet juice had already flowed down his throat.

The owner said that there were iced ones in the room, which tasted better, but I shook my head like a rattle,"This tastes the best." After all, it was a melon from someone else's field. I wasn't embarrassed at all, so I reluctantly broke off a piece and handed it over,"You eat it too."

The big and small tomatoes growing in the shed are the most attractive. The red fruits look particularly lovely among the green leaves and vines. The female guests who come to pick the fruits can't help but want to take selfies in them and take a look.

But he couldn't resist the extremely hot heat in the greenhouse, and sweat oozed from his forehead. The man spoiled the woman and took a tissue to wipe it. The woman picked a fruit casually and stuffed it into the man's mouth. She leaned against the man and asked,"They say it's dripping with sweat. Do you smell me?"

The man stuffed the fruit in his mouth and made a noise. His throat shrank and swallowed it, but he forgot the woman's question and sighed comfortably."It's sour and sweet, so delicious. It's the same taste as the one I ate when I was a child."

The woman rolled her eyes at the man who had answered the wrong question, stuffed a fruit into his mouth again, grabbed the man's mobile phone and looked at it, and scolded coquettishly,"Why did you make me so fat?"

The man sighed. Although he was not convinced, he could only follow the woman.

Regarding the matter of picking, women who were interested in it simply treated it as shopping. After picking watermelons and then picking tomatoes, the man grunted and followed behind with a basket. As soon as he put it in the trunk of the car, the woman caught a glimpse of the vineyard next to her.

Blue-purple grapes hung down from the vines in clusters. The woman picked one and put it in her mouth, saying,"It's delicious." The man ran to discuss the price with the owner of the vineyard, picked up two baskets, and returned to the woman to pay tribute.

The woman picked a puddle of grapes she liked, and in the blink of an eye, she saw that the puddle was greedy. She couldn't hold it back. The man complained in his heart and couldn't forgive him."How can you eat all of it when you pick so many? Besides, if you keep eating like this, can you not gain weight?"

The woman swept her eyebrows and raised her eyes."Do you think I'm fat? Do you think I'm fat?" The man turned around, picked a fruit and put it in his mouth, then turned around and said shyly,"It tastes really good. Pick more. Let's go home and make our own wine." Let me tell you, this wine is beautiful..."

After seeing the love of grapes, the peach finally ushered in the day of marriage.

You watched as the peach blossoms bloom, watched as she thanked, and the fluffy fruits came out one by one, and the farmers were busy putting paper bags on each fruit.

The paper bag bulges day by day, and when it is almost about to burst, the fruit flies spin around the peach tree. The rich sweet taste overflows and the peach matures.

Tear open the paper bag that has been exposed to wind, rain, and sun. The surface of the fruit is covered with a layer of light fluff, and the white peel reveals a trace of ruddy color, just like a newly married mother carved in powder and jade.

Gently bite open the skin and just casually encounter the taste buds. The taste of a summer rushed to my heart without warning.

Because of love, living in Wangting, your heart is always full of happiness.

This happiness may be described by a blue berry.

This kind of berry that spends its youthful years, walks through youth, and pays tribute to the harvest with the calmness of color in the hottest season of life is called blueberry.

Blueberries originally did not belong to Jiangnan. But how can Jiangnan be without blueberries in summer?

The graceful elves burst out with sour and sweet tastes in their mouths, which is like the wonderful softness of Jiangnan women and the graceful and long-lasting love in Jiangnan.

After several storms and several spring and autumn, this fruit originating in North America was left in Wangting by the softness of Jiangnan people.

Yes, Jiangnan is soft, and Wangting is charming when the summer wind blows.

When you finally have her in your heart, you must take her to Wangting for a walk. In this season of love, accompany her to pick fruits and fruits, and accompany her to blow the wind of North Taihu Lake.

And what you are happy is that no matter where the wind blows from, this summer is full of happiness.