Historical records record: West of Maling Mountain, there are contiguous lakes such as Luoma Lake, Huangdun Lake, Eel Lake, and Toad Lake, with vast water waves and boundless ze country. I was born late, when I remember, there is only the vicuña lake left, Huangdun Lake is just a geographical term, the real lake has long been invisible, eel lake, toad lake has no trace. My hometown is commonly known as the "bottom of Huangdun Lake", saying that its terrain is low-lying, and whenever there is a strong rain in summer, I will see irregular puddles of large and small eyes when I go out, bright as a mirror embedded in it. Sometimes wheat and autumn harvest only one season, I remember that the autumn rain fell for 7749 days in a row, and the autumn crops in that season were also in vain. My father and fellow countrymen suffered from the flood for a long time. After the reform and opening up, the large water system has been fundamentally treated, the small rivers and small rivers have also been much more docile, and the Huangdun Lake area has become a 10,000-mu fertile land.
Gradually into the old world, hobbies have nothing to do riding a bicycle aimlessly, a pot of water, a small food, a breeze invading the clothes or drizzling noodles, I looked at the nine-nine-eighty-one villages in the Huangdun Lake District. In the Tale of Genji, it is said: "One flower and one tree, the old people plant each other." One thought at a time, today's people are crazy. There is also a saying: "A grass and a tree withers away." "The embodiment of nostalgia may be these humble grass and trees that have withered and prospered in their hometown." Along the way, I wrote down and photographed several kinds of grass and trees, right and talked about sending acacia.
A dragon's claw locust
Hometown multi-locust tree. This tree grows very slowly. Ginkgo tree, known as: "Lao Tzu planted the tree, The grandson harvested the fruit", the locust tree is more than the ginkgo tree can withstand the wind and frost years. There is a plant in front of my family's mansion, which was planted by my grandfather's hand. The branches are like dragons, hard as iron, blue and black in color, dancing wildly in summer, the leaves are withered in winter, the branches are like a ball of wire, and the cold wind is coming, and the sound is loud. There are two plants in the courtyard, planted on both sides of the gate, and the pavilion is covered in summer and autumn. The family prefers to move a square table under a tree and light a candle or kerosene lamp to eat. The meals are simple, and they are all seasonal fruits and vegetables. The family said one sentence from east to west, and the words sangma said that there were hundreds of families in the neighborhood, chickens and ducks returned to cages, and the sound of cattle and sheep eating grass was really heard.
I miss those years, that kind of idleness that is indisputable. Whenever a locust silkworm falls on the neck, slightly cool? I don't really remember. I vaguely remember: the family sits idly, and the lights are amiable.
2 Privet
Privet trees, dozens of trees in the front yard and back of the court. Short, walking under the tree, the seeds of the Fallen Privet tree stained the white shirt. When the mother was idle, she moved a low stool, stomped on it, and tirelessly picked up the privet seeds one after another, spread them in baskets to dry, and sent them to the purchase station. The price is extremely low, about two pounds of salt or a thimble.
In the Book of Poetry, Xiao Ya has: "There are wolfberries in the southern mountains, and there are lintels in the northern mountains." The gentleman of music, the sentence of "huang hong", this "rye" is the virginity. In spring, privets bloom simple white rice-grained flowers, and gradually, from the fine four-petaled flowers gathered into flower spikes, one by one, and the branches were about to fall. The aroma is both faint, and I get out of the car to sniff up close, and it is also rich. From the east bank of the Grand Canal to the ancient town of Yaowan, dozens of miles are planted with Privet, she does not compete with the willow for spring light, does not compete with the Metasequoia space, and is obscure.
I have a female classmate named Privet. Failed the college entrance examination and married a Henan native of the Xinjiang Agricultural Reclamation Corps. One autumn, I traveled to Turpan, looking at tens of thousands of acres of cotton fields, open and boundless. I was sighing that the adult of heaven and earth was like a floating swim, and suddenly stepped down from the tall cotton picking machine, a muscular woman, and called me a breast name in a rough and atmospheric voice. Who called me outside of this frontier thousands of miles away? Suddenly intimate. She smiled and said that she was a privet. That enthusiasm! We were forcibly invited to his house, and the waiter of the big wine woke up three days later.
Three Acacia grasses
Who calls artemisia acacia? I searched for such a gentle name in my mobile phone "Zhihuajun".
Stinky artemisia, growing on the side of the road, ditch, and field of Huangdun Lake, is lush and lush, so high that it pierces the blue sky. It is an extremely lowly grass, fed to the cattle, and the animals do not eat it, but have to cut it down, throw it on the spot, dry it, and cook it in a pot or pancakes. Mother said: It is the most popular thing in the grass, and there is the bargen grass.
I was sixteen years old for the summer vacation, mowing grass for a whole vacation. At that time, just after the co-production contract, our family had a cattle and two donkey foals. Cattle plough the land, donkeys and colts pull mills. Grass is hybrid between the exuberant artemisia, to cut the grass you have to bypass the artemisia, but the artemisia is not interesting often block the knife, mistakenly injuring the finger. When he met an old man who caught a yellow eel, he was not good-looking. Say to me, "Stagger the salary, say what you say", that is, this stinky artemisia. I was stunned by what the old man said.
In my spare time cutting the grass, I borrowed a copy of Yu Guanying's "Selected Translations of the Poetry Classic" and worked tirelessly. Ancient ancestors, why did you create so many remote characters for no reason? So far, I have not recognized all the words in the Book of Poetry. Shame on you.
Iv Wild Kudzu
When it comes to trifolium, you may not be familiar with it, but when it comes to pizhou dialect "lala yang", you are sure to be familiar with it. Really? Can you tell the difference between wild kudzu and gynostemma? This summer, a septuagenarian mother who collected gynostemma blue by the canal told me that there were hairs on the leaves of wild kudzu, but there was no gynostemma blue.
In the Book of Poetry, Ge Qin wrote: "The kudzu grass grows long and long, and it is found all over the mountains and valleys, and the vine leaves are dense and prosperous. The yellow oriole flies up and down, flying down on the perched bushes, and the song is gentle and beautiful. Kudzu grows long and long, spreading throughout the mountains and valleys, and the vine leaves are dense and flourishing. Cut vine steaming weaving hemp busy, weaving fine cloth ah weaving coarse cloth, making clothes and wearing do not wear tired. Tell the housekeeper what I want to say, and say that I want to go back to my mother's house. Quickly wash your underwear, wash your outerwear quickly, whether you wash it or not, and go back to your mother's house to see your parents. "The ancients were really capable of pulling together this ordinary wild kudzu and the young woman's longing for returning to her mother's house."
I underestimated the fact that no one on the side of the road was found in the scriptures. It can weave cloth, can cause acacia, or more or less take its hook and wrap around the vine shear to keep straightening out the messy interest.
Five morning glory flowers
On the walls and fences of my hometown, morning glory flowers often bloom silently. Morning Glory Is known as "Black and White Ugly".
Small trumpet flowers of black, blue, pink or purple are often seen in the fields. For example, one morning, if you see a morning glory climbing up a fence and suddenly blooming, will you smile and say to her, "I see you?" Probably you won't, your mind is full of important things, who cares about whether a flower blooms or not? Actually, you're missing out on the little pleasures of life. Your important thing is no more important than this morning glory. Life is nothing more than clouds cirrus clouds, flowers blossom and fall, where are we more noble than a flower?
Morning glory is a wildflower, and few people raise her, but nature raises her regardless of whether it is noble or noble. As the saying goes: autumn chrysanthemum, winter plum, spring begonia, summer morning glory. Morning glory is commonly known as trumpet flower, although it is a common name, but it is a good way to say the shape of the flower. The cute and elegant Chinese gave it an inexplicable nickname: morning glory. The name of the morning glory has been seen in the writings of Tao Hongjing of the Southern Dynasty, and it can be seen that it has grown and flowered in China for at least a thousand years. But Tao Hongjing's explanation of the name of the morning glory is really far-fetched, saying that people lead the cow to the field to thank the medicine, hence the name. Maybe it is a folk affectionate title, like saying that children are ugly and ugly--- black and white ugly. Li Shizhen associated it with cattle: twelve branches of the twelve genera - ugly to cattle. Why Morning Glory? Some people say that the morning glory season coincides with the Tanabata of the cowherd's weaver girl, so it got this name, and it is also in the name of a flower and grass to expand the imagination, right? Famous in Japan for writing morning glory, it was the Edo period female poet Kaga Chiyo: in the morning to draw water, toward the face of the well rope. The flowers could not bear to touch, and the neighbor borrowed water to go.
When I was a child, I dreamed that I was leading a herd of cattle to my father and asking him to put on a yoke rope to plough the fields. When I woke up, I saw morning glory flowers with morning dew on the bean carrier, probably because the children were considerate of the imagination caused by the bitterness of their parents.
Six goose down vines
Goose down vine, also known as zuzi flower, is also the result of my Internet search, Pizhou is called "He'er Scoop". Hours, often picked unripe He'er scoop young fruit to eat, tender, refreshing. When the vines of He'er Scoop are plucked open and white juice flows out, we often compare the girl who describes the cardamom age to he'er scoop, and enviously says: "My mother-in-law came, and this girl was so tender that she pinched the white water." ”
I once walked along the banks of the Grand Canal, holding a mobile phone, a kind of flowers and plants, and I went out of my way to confirm, and I also bought a copy of the "Botanical Atlas" page after page to read and confirm. More than half a hundred years old, I know very little about the flowers and trees in my hometown, and some are very familiar but can't say their names. I once confused the red maple with the black oak tree, and I was ridiculed by people of insight, and the "wind blowing the black oak tree" that was recited all day had been planted everywhere in Yuwang Mountain and Taohuadao Park.
This Hermitage, its stalks can climb tens of meters high neem jujube trees. During the green plum bamboo horse season, I used to climb the tall neem jujube tree and pick a he'er scoop for the neighbor Cai Xia to eat. She sang to me under the tree: "The little leper flowers climb the tree high, hang until the birds are fooling around, just to pick the He'er scoop, grind the belly and don't laugh, I want to marry Wan Datou, eat your He'er scoop in vain." "Wan Datou was the director of the commune who was hot at that time, riding a bicycle all day, marrying him, eating and drinking without worry.
Now, where has Cai Xia gone?
Seven lentils
Lentils are familiar to everyone, white and purple. The purple lentils are cutely purple, like blood. Especially in the morning, when it was wet with dew, the elf-like appearance became more and more attractive.
In the yard of my hometown, I have planted countless seasons of lentil beans. With a bamboo pole on the shelf, the vine climbs arbitrarily, if the wind and the sun, the speed of its results, you can't eat it. My mother was kind and often picked a bamboo basket of red lentil beans and gave them to the owner and then to the west family. Those who are close to the neighbors are only a little bit of meaning. Our family also often eats cucumbers, beans and eggplants sent by neighbors. Distant relatives are inferior to close neighbors.
I rode to the embankment of Zhang Lou, and when I saw a courtyard wall, zimei bean had collapsed the wall, so I stopped and picked it up. This is the wild fun in the picture. "Squeaking", I vaguely heard a child running into the yard and saying to an old man, "Grandpa, someone stole our family's lentil plum beans." Grandpa said, "Turtle grandson, be quiet!" Our family can't finish eating and looking at others to pick it, it's not a steal, if our family commits evil to everyone, please ask people to pick people and don't come. ”
There are many wise people and good people in the countryside.