Swim in the joy of spring
Wen | Lu Wanming
Winter has not receded and spring has not warmed, or when the spring is cold and steep, early, I look forward to the arrival of warm spring.
Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, spring is coming, and the footsteps of spring are near. The rivers thaw, everything awakens, the spring thunderstorms, the drizzle, the wheat fields, the wilderness, the corners, the branches... For the first time, all the places where you can stay in spring sprout a lot of life. We, also unable to care about the sneak attack of the spring cold and the obstruction of the adults, secretly faded the bulky cotton pants and cotton jacket, changed into light spring clothes, and pounced on the spring field with joy.
Without waiting for the wheat seedlings to fade off their winter coats, the cabbage quietly drilled out, and the wheat ridge, the furrow, the ground, and the edge of the field were full of fresh and tender cabbage, shyly, spread on the ground, taro red, green, tender, plush, busy showing their faces. While the boys of the same age shouted and rushed up to the mound of the kiln yard, and danced with guns and sticks to show their general's prestige, we had already put on a small basket, picked up a leek knife (named for cutting leeks), and went into the field to dig for the cabbage. Each of them found a piece of land, drew a large circle to occupy it, and then squatted on the ground to dig for cabbage, and scratched his neck and knees with twisted braids. The cabbage dug up home is picked and washed by the adults, served to the table, pounded with some garlic paste or poured a little noodle sauce, and the tender and watery cabbage is dripped with garlic paste noodle sauce and becomes a delicacy for the whole family. At that time, I didn't pay much attention to nutrition, but I ate deliciously. I don't like to eat cabbage, but because of the sweet look of adults, I picked a few trees, dipped in spices, and filled my mouth.
The days of eating cabbage were not long, and soon, the cabbage that had not been dug out of the ground bloomed into small white flowers, swaying with the wind between the field and the green wheat seedlings, and I often crouched on the ground and looked at it out of my mind, looked at it, and smiled happily.
After the end of the cabbage, the sky also warmed up, and a variety of other green vegetables also came on the scene, bitter vegetables, ququ vegetables, green vegetables, maza vegetables, rabbit acid, mother-in-law Ding... Anything that can be eaten is invited into the farmhouse in the same way, and the pattern is filled with the stomach of the hard times.
"Tani Tani Tani, cramps and peel, eat this year, pay you back in the (next) year...", qingming passed, the grass also protruded from the dead leaves, yawning, did not wake up, almost at the same time, "Tani" is also going to pump. Tanihagi, the flower spike of the grass, breaks through the soil as sharply as a sword at the root of the grass, bulging into a thin conical bud. At this time, our game of "Pulling The Valley Hagi" is on the field, three groups, five gangs, or bell-like laughter, or shallow squinting, gently stepping into the unending dry grass, looking for a place where the valley is exuberant, crouching down, and the game begins. This plucking is a technical job, you have the strength, but you can't be brutal, you have to try to pull out a complete one gently, if you are a little impatient or too strong, you will pull it off, broken, it is regarded as a defective product, can not be counted. Therefore, how Gu Di should pull out, how to pull out can be fast and good, is also quite exquisite. Fortunately, we gradually accumulated some experience, compared to the game, you chased after each other, do not give in to each other; at the end of the work, separately to hold out their own results, in order to divide the victory and defeat. Of course, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, and no one will particularly care, what matters is the process of the game and the happiness from the heart.
Back in the village, he proudly distributed the fruits of his pockets to smaller admirers, leaving a small one to eat for himself. Eat, but also eat safely and comfortably - first find a clean pile of firewood, smoke a large handful of soft firewood on the ground, find a comfortable position to sit down, carefully peel and eat: first use your fingernails to cut a slit in the valley, gently turn it over, the young ogi spike is exposed, pinch the tip of the spike, gently pull the spike out horizontally, until the root, cut off, the tamarishoi spikes are completely peeled out, raised over the top of the head, squinting, taking the young spikes into the mouth... Incense? Sweet? Look at each other's chewing expressions with relish, it should be.
After eating the valley, if the shrill call of the lady had not yet sounded in her ears, she lay down on her back, squinted her eyes comfortably, and basked in the sun contentedly. There was no wind, and the warm light jumped lightly on the closed eyelids, squinting slightly, and spreading into colorful apertures, beautifully dazzling.
Peach blossom red, pear blossom white, elm money bloom, locust blossom... The spring of childhood is always colorful and colorful, until the memory becomes summer. How many times have I had to go back and go back in my dreams, wandering, lingering, unwilling to wake up, unwilling to go back.
And now, spring is here again, busy and hard-working days, can the childhood Tani have sprouted?
About author:Lv Wanming, male, born in August 1967 in Gaomi City, Weifang, is an educator. In his daily work, he loves reading and writing, and likes to put what he feels and thinks into words. His works have been published in newspapers and periodicals such as New Morning News, Shandong Education, Shandong Sports and Health Arts Education, and Weifang Dynasty Monthly.
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