When I was young, I liked Yu Guangzhong's "Nostalgia" and always felt that the poem had a profound artistic conception. When I grew up and lived in a foreign land, I discovered that homesickness is the endless longing for my loved ones. It is the camellia flowers all over the mountains and plains, with a hint of bitter fragrance in their splendor.
Most children born in the 1970s and 1980s, especially those who grew up in rural areas, did not have serious snacks. When they are growing up, the hungry little monkeys have their own ways to find ways to do it - wild strawberries on the hillside, raspberries by the ditch, mountain chestnuts harvested from poles, and some unknown shrubs, tender stems, and weeds. The roots and tubers can be harvested to satisfy the appetite. There is another good thing that makes the childhood years a little more sweet, and that is Camellia oleifera flowers.
The countryside in the south is mountainous, and there are many camellia oleifera trees on the mountains.
Whenever there is a sudden frost and wind in late autumn and early winter, all the flowers faded, but the Camellia oleifera blooms in full bloom in the wind. Around the village, Camellia oleifera flowers are blooming all over the mountains and slopes. From a distance, they are as bright as clouds, as bright as snow, and like jade butterflies flying. Up close, the petals are like white jade, the stamens are like gold, and the fragrance is astounding to your nostrils.
Children in the mountains all know that there is sweet nectar hidden in the heart of the Camellia oleifera flower.
Pull out a hollow straw, or fold a dry reed basket and remove the core, which is a simple straw with a root.
Take the "straw" in your mouth and put it into the stamen of the flower and suck it, it will be sweet from the tip of your tongue to the bottom of your heart. Sometimes it will be empty, which is naturally because the bees have taken advantage of the flower.
There are lazy and ignorant children who just pluck the flowers and suck them. Even if the adults don't see it, other children will say to them: "A flower will be a Camellia oleifera fruit next year. If you pick one, you will lose one!"
Yes, the camellia oleifera tree has always been a treasure trove, a money tree, and even a lifeblood for mountain villagers.
Every time at the beginning of winter, the villagers, old and young, carry baskets on their backs and go up the mountain to pick. After harvesting, they are either dried in the courtyard or under the eaves. The dried camellia oleifera fruit is purple-black in color. When shaken gently, the seeds inside will make a "swish" sound. When the winter is idle, the seeds are sent to the oil pressing room and exchanged for more or less camellia oil.
The residue after pressing oil from camellia seeds is called tea hoop or dry cake. It is not only the best farmyard fertilizer, but also an excellent natural washing product. The older generation used smashed tea leaves to wash their hair. The hair was washed smooth and soft, and the effect was no less effective than today's high-end shampoos.
Camellia oleifera trees begin to bloom in early October, and a small number of late flowers will still bloom on the treetops until January or February of the following year. Due to the long flowering period, although a tree is often full of fruits, there are still countless buds in bud, creating the spectacle of "flowers and fruits on the same tree".
When I was a child, I heard an old man sigh: "After giving birth to a baby, I got pregnant again. The camellia oleifera tree is really a miserable woman." Yes, the camellia oleifera is different from other flowers. It has just given up its fruit and is in a hurry to bloom. Its thin petals are all over the branches. The flowers bloom all over the mountains and fields, lighting up the entire autumn and winter.
The flowers fade and the fruits become pregnant. After the clear dew in March, the sweet rain in May, and the scorching sun in July, the fruits mature in September. From the frail flowers to the plump fruits, and then to the drops of fragrant tea oil, it has been a long journey of gestation and a tenacious pursuit. She told us that the mission of flowers is not only beauty, but also dedication.
I have been away from the countryside for a long time, and what I miss and long for in my memory is a winding fence path, a few adobe houses scattered here and there, a few chickens crowing and dogs barking, a few firewood smoke curling up, clear streams, dense mountain mist, and elegant scenery. There are clouds and even mountains of pink and white camellia flowers and camellia oil.
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