Zen story: Chance is a persimmon

In late autumn, powdered persimmons occupy half of the fruit market. Looking at these mouth-watering persimmons, I often think of the days when I was a child waiting for a persimmon.

That happened in the 1980s. At that time, there was a general lack of supplies in the countryside. It stands to reason that I should not have wronged myself when I was a child and lived in the fields. However, at that time, some melons, fruits, pears and peaches were harvested in the fields. Where is it the children's turn to "spoil"? Adults like to put their own fruit into their children's mouths and call it "scrap", because if they are sold in the market, they can exchange some money to supplement the family.

People lack food, and birds are not much better. Every late autumn, most of the foraging birds hover over the persimmon trees. If people are not careful, they will swoop down and peck a few bites!

In order to prevent the persimmons from being pecked by birds, when the persimmon harvest time approached, my grandma asked me and my brother to climb up the tree, pick off the green persimmons one by one, and put them Covering it in the grain storage, after half a month, the green persimmons will become "baked persimmons", let alone eating them, they look really attractive.

Every time grandma takes these persimmons out of the food store, she always likes to say: "Waiting for unripe persimmons, waiting for unripe persimmons..."

Zen story: Chance is a persimmon

Yes, on the tree of opportunity, there are no persimmons that can wait for ripening.

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