Yes, I remember, they are extracurricular readings, not in Chinese books. The title should be lt; Bitter Pomelo gt;

Original text:

Golden Autumn Ten In the month, my hometown is ripe.

The uncle who lives overseas returned to Fuyun Town from distant South America with his fifteen-year-old daughter.

Early the next morning, my cousin shouted that she was going to buy pomelo to eat.

"Go, go, I'll go too." The uncle smiled and said, "She has never seen a grapefruit. I haven't eaten a grapefruit in forty years. We all suffer from grapefruit cravings."

Along the way, the uncle talked with gusto about his childhood and memories. The story of the friends stealing grapefruit together made us laugh.

It is the peak season for ripe grapefruits. Villagers going to the market carry baskets and baskets of yellow grapefruits on their backs and stretch out to the roadside.

"Buy a pomelo, it's so sweet!"

"Eat it first and then buy it. If it doesn't taste good, don't pay for it!"

"Twenty cents each, buy it. Get half a piece!”

…

The cries of grapefruit sellers and the quarrels of customers bargaining for prices came one after another. We looked around here and there, not knowing which one to buy.

"Miss, buy pomelo. My pomelo is imported from abroad, a new Australian variety!" A young man with a shaved head greeted us loudly.

"OK!" The cousin blinked at him, stepped forward, picked up a grapefruit and smelled it.

"It doesn't smell good!" she said.

The people next to her smiled at her. How could the grapefruit smell the aroma without peeling it?

I pulled the corner of my cousin’s clothes, put my mouth next to her ear and whispered to her that this was a second-rate dealer who specializes in playing tricks on people. He had a glib tone and should ignore him.

We came to a little girl selling pomelo. She was about the same age as her cousin. His red face was marked with two shallow dimples, and on his chest was a school badge of "Fuyun Town Middle School". She sat there quietly, her big beautiful eyes staring at the open book in her hand. It seemed that she had already forgotten her duty of selling pomelo.

"How much does one cost?" her uncle asked, pointing to her basket of yellow and big grapefruits.

"One cent".

"Quite cheap".

"Today, Sunday, I helped my mother sell pomeloes. She said that her own ones were cheaper."

"What kind of pomelo is this?"

"This is called cotton pomelo. It looks big, but actually the meat inside is very small." The little girl closed the book and asked her seriously. he explained.

A satisfied smile appeared on the uncle's face.

I can see that my uncle is pretending to be crazy and deliberately testing. Just now on the road, he kept bragging to us that he was an expert in pomelo recognition, such as white shrimp pomelo, red shrimp pomelo, green pomelo, yellow pomelo, early-ripening pomelo, late-ripening pomelo, sweet pomelo and sour pomelo. When he was a child, he It's very familiar.

"Is it sweet?" asked the uncle.

The little girl shook her head shyly: "It's a bit bitter."

The uncle was very excited: "Okay, buy ten!"

"Ten? "The little girl looked at the old man with wide eyes, as if she didn't hear what he said clearly.

"Yes, ten."

"Are you taking it to a place far, far away?"

"Yes, I live there." You’ve studied geography in Santiago, right? Chile is on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, more than 10,000 miles away from here.”

“Buy less.”

"Why?"

"This kind of pomelo is really not very tasty. After eating, the aftertaste in your mouth is very bitter. Most people don't like this kind of pomelo." The little girl stood up and said truthfully Tell him. "Besides, you finally came back from a long way away and want to take the grapefruits from your hometown to a foreign country. You should buy some good and sweet ones.

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"Yes, kid, you are right. "The uncle held the little girl's hand forgetfully and said repeatedly: "My child, you are so kind, so kind. With your kind heart and honest heart, the bitter pomelo will become sweeter, it will become sweeter. "

The little girl smiled shyly.

"I will buy all this basket of pomeloes!"

My cousin and I opened our travel bags and listened. The elder put a large basket of bitter pomelo in it.

After the cousin paid for the pomelo, the uncle took out a brand new one-hundred-dollar bill from the black briefcase and stuffed it into the small box. The girl's hand said: "I wish you good luck, good boy!"

The little girl refused to take it anyway. She returned the new banknote to her uncle's hand, picked up the empty basket, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The surroundings were crowded with spectators. They looked at the wealthy and generous overseas returnee with surprise, and at the same time admired the little pomelo seller who was not greedy for money. .

The autumn sun shines brightly on the beautiful mountain town. On the way home, my uncle kept talking about the little girl selling grapefruit. I walked silently over the bitter pomelo, with my uncle’s meaningful admirations ringing in my ears from time to time: In this world, money can buy delicacies and many good things, but it can’t buy a noble soul!

Bitter pomelo, that bag of bitter pomelo will remain in the memory of my life forever, teaching me how to be a good person and urging me to make a new start.