Spring slope original cabbage fragrant
Author | Li Hongxia
On the spring day of Nongyin, when "the leaves of the deserted garden are drifting, and the cabbage is ready to be picked", I am at home, thinking about nothing, carrying a small sickle, digging vegetables in the wild.
The mountain is in front of you, bare, looking at the distance, the green pine hanging between the cliffs; hearing, the snow and water valley under the feet are walking low; in mid-air, the clouds want to dress Wang Zhaojun; in front of me, the things born of the earth are what I love. In this way, why be afraid of soft soil, step by step.
Occasionally see cabbage, field head, slope uphill and downhill, cheerful, flat ground, color or gray red or green, silent, perfect expression of natural wild breath. Dotting cauliflowers are the messengers of spring, and throughout the spring, they are on the slope of the field, rejoicing in the hearts of vegetables, singing the song of love, there is a wind blowing, swinging the leaves with a straight and curved dance, sending spring for the soil, and also bringing the original aroma of vegetables to the farmhouse dining table.
It is a delicacy that is hungry in the famine years, but all the dishes will be served to the people's dining table in various cooking methods to fill the hungry stomach. At that time, there were many kinds of wild vegetables that could fill the hunger, and the reason why the cabbage has not faded over the years is that its taste has catered to the appetite of the world, just like the feeling described in the poem of Tang Gaolishi's "Feeling Wuzhou Cabbage": Although Yixia has a special taste, the smell does not change.
Cabbage is also a topic that lovers who come to the hillside wilderness in spring can't get around. "You know what? Pancakes with cabbage are delicious; who said that the dumplings are dipped in garlic paste to eat; then it is the best to say, or the dumplings wrapped in dumplings." This is the most beautiful language heard in the cabbage, the cabbage is fat and sweet and the white wine is fragrant, and it knows how to cook itself to flow. It likes the girl to stretch out her delicate jade fingers, watch the guy around the cabbage a few more knives, and strive to fully crown the whole root, every time to bring up a tree, stretch out the nose, the unique flavor of the dish has drifted into the taste buds of the beautiful woman, dissolved into the sandwich room of the pancakes, wrapped in the soul of the cabbage dumplings, flowing into the filling of the dumplings, interpreting the delicious interpretation of the cabbage. At that moment, the cabbage is an injured bird, but it has to explain how to take off.
Spring cabbage stubble leeks, immortals smell and do not want to go, cabbage is the most indispensable taste in spring.
Every spring, always go out of the house to dig up cabbage, in recent years, more people come to the slope to dig wild vegetables, pedals of horse boots, wearing cashmere coats, wearing leather coats, a quasi-city people, rural people never wear such a line to the slope, suspected of burning, can not afford to wear. With the addition of the people in the city, the value of the cabbage has become higher, the footprints in the slope have become deeper, the dirt road in the field has begun to become hard and thick because of the stop of the car, the soil lumps have also been soothed, and the rut prints are three-dimensionally carved on it, which is particularly clear.
People in the city are always tall, rich and beautiful, and I was born in the countryside, grew up in the countryside, and married in the countryside, looking for vegetable buds under the slope in the spring, inviting the bright moon on the slope in autumn, smelling the flowers in the summer pavilion, and flying snow in the fire window of the furnace in winter. He has always lived at the foot of the mountain, so he belongs to the people who have not left their hometown!
On the day, it is still the day of spring, the slope is covered with the smell of loess, there is the blossoming of wheat artemisia, and the yellow of the star point of the flower bud has been ignored by people in the vision of the white flowers of the cabbage, although the colors are clear.
The willows have seen green, the peaches are getting red, the wheat seedlings are about to be jointed, and everything is springing, breaking the ground, sprouting, and impatiently starting to perform. Too late to appreciate, turn this land, turn over the slope cliff, actually not tired, at that time, suddenly there is a strong wind, dust, dry grass leaves mixed, rolling a circle, turning over and fluttering, helping the wind brush existence, there is a chill on the body, and the hair is covered with soil dust. The spring bird standing on the branch of the fruit tree flapped its wings a few times, and before a winter feather could fall to the ground, it swept in the wind and flew away with dead leaves.
Spring digging cabbage always forget to return, the day shifts obliquely, look at the harvest, although not big, there is still a surplus of a full meal, not to mention the wind mother-in-law first came, she will not leave immediately, it is better that I first throw it a few pieces of land, go home, choose vegetables, pancakes to go.
Li Hongxia, who used to teach at Xuwang Primary School in Yeyuan Town, a small kindergarten in Linqu, likes to write in her spare time.