I sat under the thickest mango tree, and the dense shade embraced me. I suddenly feel a little cold and comfortable.
I have never seen such a thick and tall mango tree. Its trunk is thicker than my stomach, as thick as a hug. Out of curiosity, I tried to hug the tree, but my fingertips couldn't touch each other, which proved the accuracy of my visual inspection. The crown of the towering trees is covered with green and yellow mangoes, hanging on the branches one by one, like a group of children on a swing.
I sat excitedly on the edge of the flower bed under the tree, admiring these mangoes, just like a father admiring his children. My eyes are full of love. I look at them quietly, and the happiness I can't hide will soon overflow. I am immersed in this enjoyment and want to take a photo. Before I could take out my mobile phone, a mango fell from the branch to the concrete floor under my feet with a bang.
How nice! When I first came, I received a gift from mango tree!
I picked up this mango. It is not too big, only the size of a goose egg, and its surface is yellow. On the landing side, the soft, fresh juice flows out of its pedicle, shining.
I peeled off the mango, and the juice was all over my fingers, and a sweet smell went straight to my nostrils. I couldn't wait to take a bite of golden mango meat, which was sour and sweet and delicious.
This wild mango is quite different from the artificially cultivated mango bought in the market in taste and taste. Wild mango has more fruit acid, which tastes more sour than those bought in the market, but it is far from acid. This acidity is just right for me and I like it. The important thing is that this wild mango tastes authentic. Compared with those bought in the market, the former is looking up at the blue sky on the vast grassland, while the latter is standing on the grass in the park to watch flowers and plants.
However, the stone of wild mango is relatively large and the pulp is relatively rough. Meat contains more silk, and the closer it is to the stone, the more silk it contains. If you eat the pulp near the peel with the action of "biting", then you can only eat the pulp near the stone with the action of "combing". At this time, the tooth becomes a rake, constantly combing out the pulp from the stone, and the stone also leaves yellow and white marks, which is very interesting.
I haven't "combed" this mango, and with a bang, another mango fell and rolled to my feet in a few times. After a while, another mango fell. I sat there for half an hour, and seven or eight mangoes fell to the ground. They are like a group of naughty children, maybe they are tired of playing in their mother's arms and want to find a new way to play, so they try to get rid of their mother's arms, jump to the ground and run to my feet.
I ate five mangoes in a row. It was a mango buffet, and the earth was my dish.
I was having dinner when suddenly there were dark clouds in the sky. Dark clouds grew rapidly, getting bigger and thicker, and enveloped the compound in the blink of an eye. Then a gust of wind blew, and the raindrops like sparkling glass beads fell, and layers of dark seals were on the concrete floor.
Accompanied by sudden showers and strong winds, mango children knocked down from the branches, fell to the ground like a game, and rolled in the rain, looking very excited.
I didn't take shelter from the rain because there was an umbrella in my bag. I held an umbrella and sat still, continuing to appreciate these mango children. They are like standing on the beach and taking a bath. ...
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