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Here is the text from the image converted to markdown: # Read the text below, and then answer the questions. ## (1) Mother's house has a piece of wasteland in front of the door. Before several decades, someone opened the wasteland, planted grass seeds, and turned the soil to grow the yellow skin t...

Here is the text from the image converted to markdown: # Read the text below, and then answer the questions. ## (1) Mother's house has a piece of wasteland in front of the door. Before several decades, someone opened the wasteland, planted grass seeds, and turned the soil to grow the yellow skin tree. It's a pity. It's said that there was only one yellow skin tree at first, and its roots grew on this wasteland, and every summer, there were yellow skins hanging on most of branches. ## (2) In mother's memory, the yellow skin trees were only about two adults tall. They looked ordinary, but every summer, the fruit was very fruitful. When the fruit was ripe, it took about half a year to pick the yellow skin. At that time, mother was only a child, and her strength was insufficient, and she could only sit in the tree and enjoy it. It is estimated that mother loved the yellow skin at that time. ## (3) After my mother grew up, in order to make a living, she left her hometown. After leaving her hometown, she always remembered that, in summer, she often had to walk slowly looking for the fruit stalls, and sometimes she would see the unsold yellow skins. It was not easy to buy a satisfactory yellow skin. Before my mother, she was afraid of the yellow skins not be well-preserved because of the inconvenient transportation. When the yellow skin came right in front of my eyes, I excitedly picked off a yellow skin, cut off its dark yellow outer skin, and the milky white, transparent flesh immediately appeared in front of my eyes. It tasted refreshing! I couldn't help but say, and then I sent another one to have it. Mother saw and said gently, "Eat slowly, it tastes delicious!" I didn't forget to spit out its pale green core, and then said: "The skin is thick, the fruit is less, the taste is still far from good." ## (4) People often say: "Eat the yellow skin." Mother loves the yellow skin. Her mother often said that the yellow skin of her hometown, no matter the size, had a heart-shaped appearance, the surface was covered with fine fluff, the ripe yellow skin was shiny, the pulp was crystal clear, green core was hidden, the pulp was sweet and juicy. I suspect mother has remembered the yellow skin of her hometown. ## (5) Many years later, mother's hometown, she would not be able to forget herself if she didn't care about the yellow skins. Mother made tea, and chatted. She always thought of that the yellow skin, came a distant road, but she could not leave it on her mind. It was the one she used to pick by herself. I, the guest, was curious so I asked, and I would see their yellow skin yellow, dark and shiny, as if it was covered with a layer of gray hair. ## (6) After sending the guest away, I couldn't help but taste one. As the juice was sour and fresh, it seemed that the tongue could no longer not feeling comfortable. The taste hadn't been there yet but I swallowed it. Mother only took a bite and wanted to spit the fruit out, but afraid of the mom. The mother only eats one or two, and then she cannot eat it any more: Picking up her head, she seemed to want to say something, but gave up. After a long time, the mother finally opened her mouth: "The tree is old!" ## (7) Since then, I haven't seen my mother eating the yellow skin. Occasionally, my mother would mention her childhood in the home, the yellow skin. "It's Delicious! It's a pity that I don't have to worry about those days." Then, talking and saying, she still has a difficult feeling. The yellow skin to my mother, still carries a hard to describe feeling.