Li Wubing
‖ Hemp, a familiar plant
I remember some people in my hometown called it "wild hemp"
I'll call it "hemp" for what I omitted.
My father loved to grow hemp
This plant is planted in the corners and corners of the vegetable garden
Hemp flowering days
We put flowers on our earlobes
Happily call it gold earrings
When the hemp fruit is ripe
The new wheat came down, grinding the dough to make steamed buns
Mother would pick one as a seal
Dip it in red food and imprint it on the steamed bun
It's very beautiful
My father planted hemp to rub hemp rope
He reaped the good flax and tied it into sheaves
Fermented in a pond
Hemp is good to cut off
Farming days
Will be very patient to rub the rope
The hemp rope he rubbed was smooth and tough
durable
Father's competence
Famous
‖ Turning over the white grass and touching the taste of childhood
Some have touched the weeds of childhood
Even if it has been sleeping in the depths of memory for decades
Old, that taste
will also wake up at the right time
For example, turning white grass - chicken leg root
It goes by several names
Immortal in my heart
Turn the front of the white grass to get the favor of the sun
Green as cypress leaves in the snow
The back lacks the warmth of daylight
Pale as if blood had been lost
There was a wind blowing
It will have the audacities to turn the tables and avenge itself
No more silence, with the wind
Call my eyes
At the moment, I am walking on the grassy slope of the village
Turning over the white grass will catch my eye
There were no strawberries here at that time
Found a white grass
There will be a kind of surprise in my heart
Even if it's not a day when you can't eat enough
Grassroots can satisfy hunger
‖ stick crush
At that time, I didn't know that there was a scientific name for the crush
The book says it's called Prunella
When the weather gets hot, it takes off its spring clothes
Wait for someone to pick it
Every year, my mother had to pick baskets full of sticks
Tie them in bundles and hang them on an earthen wall to dry
said whose child was the fire eye
Boil a bowl of medicinal soup and drink it, and you'll be fine
In summer, many village children love to have boils
There are always adults who come to the house to beg for straw
Take it with boiling water, and then wash it with medicinal broth
Boils are not red or itchy
Disappeared without a trace
Mother's generosity
Famous near and far
We don't wait for summer
Pick sticks and grass as props to make a game
The boy spreads out his hands as bluestone slabs
Just like in the play
The girl held up a straw stick
Pretending to pound your clothes with a lot of strength
He was extremely naïve
At this time, the palms of my hands were itchy, so I endured it and didn't laugh
Laughed, to call a little girl
——姐
In front of the village and behind the house, the ridge is on the ground
It seems to be a place where grass can grow
There is a boom supported by sticky grass
Those little blue flowers
Run to the playmate's earlobe splendidly
It is not old in memory
‖ I can't forget the smell of red vine
In the north, it is called sweet potato seedling
In my hometown, it's called the red vine
In summer, the slopes are full of life and life
Broaden your horizons
Lie on it, like a soft bed
Adults let us play wildly among the vines
This thing can't die
In rainy days, it can grow roots
Embrace the dirt affectionately
Adults don't like them to have roots
That will only grow vines and not sprouts
So, we rushed to turn over the vines
It's like dancing green dragons off the ground and breaking their roots
A wild joy in the countryside
Walk into the childlike heart in labor
Imperceptible to emotion
Grow into character
The most memorable famine days
Red vine comes into our lives
It becomes heat and nutrition
Maintain the bottom line of growth
After that, it will never be forgotten
The taste of red rattle
‖ There are so many rural children's fun in the grass
Many people don't know that there was a game of grass fighting in the countryside
A few playmates climbed on a grassy slope
Watch the "one-on-one" confrontation
You pull out a grass, I pull a grass
Gently flick with two fingers
Like a nurse pushing a syringe
The grass juice gathers at the end of the stem into one
Sparkling water droplets
It's not just the eyes of your opponents
All eyes were fixed on the dew-like droplet
Tense moments
The air on the grassy slope seemed to freeze
A single touch can make the difference between victory and defeat
One drop of water is captured by another
The winner is the general, and the loser only sighs
Then came the cheers and the fight, and the meaning was not enough
A kind of confidence to win and the will not admit defeat
At the same time, it forges the character of childhood
The grass is green, and the soil grows happily
Make a simple and simple game
Bringing luxury to my childhood
Perhaps, today's children no longer understand
This kind of childlike joy can be called happiness
They have been lost
The opportunity to understand
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