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Human beings are the children of the earth. The earth accepted and nurtured all things with a broad and inclusive mind. As the spirit of all things, human beings experience this nurturing grace of the earth most profoundly. In the spring, everything sprouts, and all kinds of plants in the amorous land decorate the earth with a green life tone, which is infinitely vibrant and full of vitality. A smart scene attracts people to go out of the outdoors and into the mountain fields, in a wild search, carrying out self-intoxication and spiritual relaxation.
The fields are vast and the water soup is flowing. Nature gives birth to all things, and all things have their own uses. Walking into the field, all kinds of wild grasses and wild vegetables grow on the cliff side of the ditch in the field, these wild grasses and wild vegetables, do not need to be artificially planted, but grow extraordinarily luxuriant, at a glance, exuding a vigorous wild force. In the current era of extreme material abundance, people are beginning to look back at these wild species that we remember as children, while they are well fed and well-fed. Every holiday, Sunday, the people in the city put on casual clothing, with a variety of fashionable tools, come to the countryside, into the field, these countrymen ignore the wild grass, wild vegetables, as a delicious dish, take home, after careful processing, put on the table, a big meal, from which to taste the taste of the field, elegant taste, in satisfaction with their own taste buds at the same time, but also to accept the earth to people a gift, feel the earth to bring people a favor.
This scene reminds me of my childhood. I grew up in the countryside, living in the countryside as a child, and my hometown is located on a natural lake that is rarely seen in the north, and the lake is full of water and overgrown with large areas of reeds, grasses and lotus roots. There are fish and shrimp in the water, as well as a variety of aquatic plants. It is said that the mountain eats the mountain and the water draught, and this statement is not false at all. Every year after the first month, after the ice in the lake slowly melts in the spring breeze, people begin to rush to the lake, in addition to bringing nets to catch fish and shrimp, many people carry vegetable baskets barefoot to the soft reed pond to dig up an aquatic plant called a ring. This plant grows in shallow water, growing with reeds, before the reeds have sprouted, it begins to sprout, the buds are small, reddish, we half-grown children have good eyes, just rely on the hint of this little clue, and then follow the spores with a gentle digging with your hands, you dig out a finger-thick rhizome from the muddy water, wash it in the water, and a white jade ring is presented in front of you. I saw that the white rhizomes were of different sizes, but the veins were very clear, one after the other, which is why people named it the ring of the earth. The ring is generally eaten raw, slightly sweet, crisp, people like to pickle it as a seasonal side dish to serve wine, and it is the first ingredient dedicated to people in spring. With the gradual increase in the temperature in the spring, the wild game that can be eaten in the lake gradually increases, and the cabbage, artemisia annua, mint, dandelion, and ququ buds have successively appeared and walked on the table of others. Although these wild game games are not a mountain treasure or a high sea, they have left a deep impression on our childhood taste buds.
It fully supports the living conditions of chinese rural people in that era who cooked bran vegetables for half a year. Since ancient times, they have been a delicacy on the table of rural people, and they are also popular. It seems that because of eating these wild meats from the fields, we country children are also particularly vigorous in life, and we have a wild force. This wild power comes from the close contact with the fields of my hometown when I was a child, and at the same time, I ate a large number of natural ingredients grown on the land of my hometown.
We post-60s country children are as simple as a weed and wild vegetable in the field, there is no gorgeous clothes, there is no excessive love from parents, the body is covered with dirt, but it is contaminated by the aura of heaven and earth, and it is full of a wild force given by nature, unrestrained, called the wild children of the countryside, vigorously and tenaciously growing. Every day, in addition to going to school, the rest of the time I will throw myself into the embrace of nature, wandering in the field, either playing crazy, or helping adults to do a little work within their ability, such as digging wild vegetables and beating pig grass. In the ear grinding with nature, we worship nature as a teacher, not only learn knowledge that cannot be learned in books, but also establish a natural close relationship with nature. When thirsty, take a sip of the river; when hungry, pick a handful of wild vegetables, and when you are tired, lie down on the grass. In the field, as long as you lean down, you will always get a little harvest of your own. Wild grasses, wild vegetables and wild flowers perfume our childhood and bring us good memories. Carefree, a group of wind-chasing teenagers in the beautiful field, with nature, releasing the passion of youth, experiencing the happiness given to us by nature, we are like the weeds in the field, wild vegetables, although it can not attract too much attention, but the inner world has the current children can not feel the simple and simple and spiritual connotation of the true happiness.
It is with the soil of his hometown that he has given himself the wild growth force, leaving his hometown where he raised himself, and starting his own life of learning and growth in the land of a foreign land. Along the way, there is sadness, there is frustration, there is joy, there is sadness. But everything is like a passing cloud, only the memory of childhood is as vivid as the past yesterday, let me silently reminisce. Although there is a bit of bitterness in childhood memories, it is not unbearable to look back, but it is pregnant with many stories related to the land. From these stories, we understand the profound truth of why people compare the earth to mothers; from these stories, we feel the hardships of our fathers and fathers working with their backs to the sky facing the loess. Looking back on these stories, we learn to be grateful, cultivate a drive for self-improvement, and form a tenacious will quality that bears hardships and stands hard work.
It's spring again. The spring outside the window is in full swing, and the good spring light makes me think of the spring of my hometown and the fields of my hometown, where I have left the memories of my childhood and left my pure and beautiful life story. In the wilderness, in the lake, on the edge of the strange side, there is the smell of spring growing everywhere, which is full of nature's interest and wild interest, and also filled with the smell of childhood. The vibrant earth, forever with endless gifts, nurtures every life, so that life in the cycle of four seasons, interpreting the magnificent song of life. Each of us is a child raised in the spring and the earth, so we must always be grateful and kind to the earth on which we live.
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