Mulberry on the branch

During this time, my mother-in-law often bought purple-black mulberries from the supermarket. Mulberries are rich in nutrients, but I don’t really like the ones sold in supermarkets. Although it's big and sweet, it stains your tongue after a few bites, and it's not pleasantly sweet.

The mulberry in my memory is not like this at all. When I was a child, I picked mulberries with my brothers and sisters. We who are younger cannot climb trees, so we just stand under the tree and wait. When my brothers and sisters picked mulberries, they would hand them to us.

The time standing under the tree, waiting for mulberries, is full of hope and happiness. Although that kind of mulberry is small, it tastes good, sour and sweet, and you will never get tired of it no matter how you eat it. Fast-ripening mulberries will be yellow with bright red, and will not stain your tongue when eaten.

Of course, I haven’t eaten those green mulberries for many years, so I’m not sure if the taste in my memory is accurate. But one thing is clear: mulberries at that time were hard to come by and required brothers and sisters to climb trees or use tools to pick them. Therefore, when we receive it, we will taste it carefully.

It's a coincidence that I was walking outside the day before yesterday and came across a wild mulberry tree on the roadside that was the same as I remembered, bearing the same mulberries as I remembered. I looked up at the mulberries on the branches, small fruits, bright red. The feeling of being a child came back to me, and I really wanted to taste the sweet and sour pulp again.

However, all the mulberries in the lower areas have been picked. There are still some in the upper areas, but I can't reach them at all due to my size. Even though I couldn't reach it, I still stood under the tree for a long time, looking at the mulberries and my childhood. That little inconspicuous mulberry actually brings more happiness to people than the big and ripe mulberries sold in the supermarket.

After seeing enough of the mulberries on the branches, I left gently, planning to bring my children back one day and pick a mulberry for them so that they could taste a different taste...