Entering Qionghai, betel nut trees can be seen everywhere, either in Jiaao Miao Village, or in Beiliang Village, or on both sides of the road, or in front of the house, or at the end of the village, or by the river. Betel nut trees more than ten or twenty meters high are always full of eyes.
I have been to Qionghai many times, and I haven't noticed this sight before. It was five or six years ago that I came to Qionghai last time.
Along the way from Ding 'an Cold Spring, the car is driving on the winding mountain road, and people are sleepy in the seven twists and turns of the car, and their hearts are wandering between green mountains and green waters. In addition to betel nut trees, coconut trees, peppers, wild taro and unknown plants are occasionally among them, full of sadness.
When we arrived at Jian 'ao Miao Village, it was dusk. The falling betel nut forest is a little more misty and a little more fairy.
I saw that some betel nut trees were covered with parasitic vines, and there were many buds on the trees. The betel nut trees looked like a green sweater.
Parasitic vines grow close to the tree, like a woman obsessed with love, and this tree is a man who is indomitable but does not know how to express his feelings.
From this, I think that in the movie "Sister Liu Sanjie", Sister Liu hinted at the silly elder brother Niu, "There are only rattan-bound trees in the mountains, but there are no rattan-bound trees in the world", which is the vivid picture and artistic conception in front of me.
The trunk of the betel nut tree is small and thin. It has been hit by so many typhoons, but it is rarely blown down. Even if the tree head is exposed to the ground, it still sings in the wind. This tenacity is pathetic.
There are not many coconut trees in the betel nut forest. Although they are tall and straight, they are not strong. I wonder if they are near Zhu Zhechi.
Those rubber trees, called "loving mothers on trees", have lost their former elegance just like being milked dry, and the "weeping trees" are so appropriate.
I once knew how to pick betel nuts from Teresa Teng's song Picking Betel Nuts.
The young lang climbed up the tree to pick betel nuts, and the little sister waited under the tree with a basket. When the sun went down, the returning birds sang songs, carried betel nuts and went home with great joy. I didn't think too much at that time. Today, I saw these thin and tall trees. How can I climb the slippery tree trunk? Can this weak tree bear the weight of a person?
In fact, you don't have to climb the tree to pick betel nuts, just knock the betel nut hook down with a long pole tool. It turns out that the affection of the young lang is true, but "whoever climbs first tastes first" is just an empty and exaggerated "beauty".
There are many kinds of betel nuts in the east of Hainan Island. Areca nut planting in Qionghai has developed rapidly for more than ten years and has become a pillar industry in qionghai city. However, the traditional processing technology of smoked betel nut is backward, which affects the ecological environment.
After rectification, the smog phenomenon on both sides of Wanquan River has been improved, and environmentally friendly and large-scale betel nut processing plants have been put into use one after another.
In 2006, when I visited Changde, Hunan, I saw the processed betel nuts on the street and thought of the betel nuts sold by Wanning, Hainan. I thought betel nuts were also grown in Hunan.
My friend told me that the origin of these betel nuts is Hainan. Hainan's betel nut processing is indigenous, while Hunan's betel nut processing technology is very mature, and some betel nut brands have been built.
Back in Hainan, my friend bought me a big bag of betel nuts. I shared them with some friends and neighbors. The neighbor only chewed a piece, so he said he was a little dizzy. Maybe he drank betel nut. I wanted to try the taste of betel nut, but I chewed it a few times and stopped touching it.
Where I lived when I was a child, my neighbor had an old woman named Wanning who chewed betel nuts in her mouth every day, her lips were red and her face was red. Occasionally I saw her spit red liquid from her mouth, thinking that her teeth were bleeding.
Later, when there were more people in eat areca, it became common.
Eat areca is different for betel nut people. It can refresh the mind, and it is said that there will be euphoria, which will make people energetic and improve work efficiency.
It must be the truth that many car drivers like to chew betel nuts when driving long-distance buses.
Sometimes people who watch betel nut sales on the street will spread lime on a leaf with a knife, roll up the leaf, then cut the betel nut and put the leaf in the middle. The camera shot is very nice, but seeing some people spitting red betel nut juice all over the place in "eat areca" is not polite, which makes people feel far from the previous beauty.
No matter how intoxicating it is to chew betel nut dry or wet, the rows of betel nut trees in front of me, their posture in the rain and fog, and their elegance in the sun naturally become forests, but they really make me drunk.
At dusk, in Jiannao Miao Village, white rain and fog rose in the betel nut garden, as if in a fairyland.
The winding plank road shuttles through the betel nut forest, and the green of wild taro is intertwined with those unknown red plants, decorating the betel nut garden.
Not far from the forest garden, Wanquan River gurgles and flows into the distance. Twilight came quietly in the fog, drifted over the roof of Miao family, got into mossy tiles and slowly surrounded the whole Miao village.
In the air, the smell of food overflowed with the musty smell of rainy days, and the family in front of the house sat on a small bench and roasted chicken wings around the stove, feeling very cordial.
There are only 120 households in Jian 'ao Miao Village. Narrow village road, with flowering trees growing on the roadside.
The hedge behind the house is mostly cassava branches, and the leaves washed by rain are particularly wet at dusk and early morning.
In the early morning, the thin sunshine labored through the clouds and landed shallowly in the yard.
Under the eaves, the moisture did not disperse last night, but I saw a trace of white fog gently drilling out from the roof of the tile under the provocation of the sun.
Walking on the wet street, the greeting of "Hello uncle and aunt" from passing children is like a pleasant breeze.
The small courtyard of the inn, creaking wooden doors, crowing in the middle of the night, old wooden beds, old mosquito nets, gloomy walls and big quilts naturally remind me of the old house by the sea in my hometown.
The long table banquet, the fragrant Shan Lan wine in the bamboo tube and the five-color rice on the plate are like betel nut trees that make me sigh all the way, which makes people fall into colorful rainy reverie.