A mountain of oranges began to feed us, so my father went to work on a chicken farm in the town to support the family. The mountains of oranges are my tuition and food and clothing over the years, but they are also getting more and more insignificant.

When I started junior high school, I found that the oranges in the mountains could not be sold at all, and the big trucks that came to batch oranges were almost gone.

The price has also come to the bottom, and a pound of oranges has been sold from a piece of three cheap to three cents.

The truck driver who can come always says that the oranges outside are better than the ones here, and he talks to his mother about import and export trade. It is said that China and the whole world are connected, and wherever there is something delicious on the earth, it is easy to sell. At first, my mother didn't believe what the truck driver said, until she saw a fruit shop in the town that started selling imported oranges from Australia.

More than a dozen yuan a catty, I have eaten it once, and it is so sweet that it is not like words. In contrast, the oranges in our whole mountain are simply unpalatable, and my mother won't let me say it, but it's the truth.

Later, when the truck driver came again, my mother began to humbly ask for advice.

I also asked myself why the oranges on the mountain were so bad, why did the truck driver still come to collect them? The truck driver told his mother that the oranges they had taken back were not to be sold to others, but to make tangerine peels from orange peels, so the cheaper the better. Three cents a pound is very good, so I will come to collect it.

I went to secondary school, and my mother went out early and returned to the mountains every day to pick oranges.

The oranges are peeled by hand, and the flesh is thrown back into the ground in pieces.

The orange peels are left to dry in the sun, waiting for the truck driver or a nearby pharmacist to collect them.

Whole oranges cost three cents a pound, but sun-dried tangerine peels sell for three dollars and five dollars per pound.

There are also people in the village who learn from their mothers to make tangerine peels, and on the way home, you can see patches of orange peels drying outside the doors of every house.

Mom also sells oranges, but more of them become orange peels.

The tuition fee for my secondary school is given by these orange peels, and my parents' culture was not very high before.

But my mother is better than my father because I went to junior high school, in fact, when I was studying secondary school, my mother had the heart to let me go to study agriculture.

I also know my mother's thoughts, and my mother wants to save the orange tree.

I actually thought about saving the oranges in the mountains, and I dreamed of sweet oranges more than once in my dreams.

But Dad said that it is better to learn a skill, and you can't grow oranges here for the rest of your life, right? If you get sick when you are old, an orange mountain can't cure a disease.

Dad's statement is exaggerated, but what Dad said is indeed witnessed by Grandma. No matter how well the oranges are grown, there will be nothing left when they are sick.

My mother also knew my father's concerns, so she gave up the idea of letting me study agriculture and chose this mechatronics.

Ever since my mother learned about trade imports, she loved to go to the bookstore in the town to buy books, and she would bring a lot of books back every time she went.

If you don't understand a word, you can turn to the Xinhua dictionary, and if you don't understand English, you can ask me.

But how can I understand what my mother doesn't understand? My mother said that I would not study agriculture anymore, so she taught herself by herself.

I remember when I came back for the Chinese New Year last time, my parents' room was full of books that had been picked up outside.

As long as it is related to agriculture and trade, my mother reads it.

With that in mind, I sat up from my bed and went to my parents' room.

When I opened the door of my parents' room, there was no one inside. The books were still on the floor a little more than last year, and I opened a random book that was sitting by the bedside.