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Grass grows on the steps, and wanderers travel to the end of the world.
In front of the temple, there were no flowers in the grass.
- Mengjiao
Xuancao, also known as forgetful grass by the ancients, is said to be the mother grass of China, and it is also a synonym for mothers, a symbol of maternal love, and a flower of mothers.
But in my heart, the plantain in my hometown is my mother grass, her faint fragrance, from my hometown, floating around me, moisturizing my heart; she is like the cooking smoke of my hometown, spreading and diffusing in my mind day by day, it is so long and so close, giving me a lot of aftertaste and yearning; also like my mother's kindness and that meaningful sigh, caring for and watching over me, so that the memory is no longer old, so that the old time is still so fresh and still.
Plantain, also known as wheel cabbage, pig's ear tree, five more grass, field shrub grass, etc., is a perennial herb that grows in mountains, roadsides, flower beds, streams and other places. Since I was a child, my mother taught me that plantain is a kind of medicine and a kind of tea, the leaves are oval and wide is red plantain, her leaf stem is brownish red, each plant grows relatively large, the leaves are slender and slightly pointed, the leaf stem is white is plantain, a plant generally 4 or 5 leaves. Plantain works better than plantain herbs. It generally blooms in July, into spikes, fine and dense particles, plantain has heat clearing, expectorant, fire extinguishing, treatment of high blood pressure and other effects. That's why I prefer plantain. However, when I was a child, it was just like.
My attachment to plantain, the love of plantain, not only is she a kind of precious herbs and pure natural health tea grown in the wild wild in her hometown, but more importantly, plantain contains the feeling of maternal love, it defends my health, my life, therefore, I respect her as mother grass, my life grass.
When I was in middle school, I ate only two boxes of rice steamed by the school every day, and the school was located on a mountain and was once a temple. The school was very short of water at that time, when the students lined up with tanks, the cooks each half a spoon of boiling water, if you go late, you can't get water, so it is difficult to drink water in a day. (The rice soup that the faculty and staff eat is also distributed by one person and one spoon.) In this way, I suffered from a bad disease of love nosebleeds, and later when I was a soldier in the northwest frontier, where the climate was dry and the wind and sand were full, the problem of love nosebleeds was even more serious, and often training, eating, and sleeping would flow inadvertently, and it would flow for a long time, a lot, and it was difficult to stop it. At that time, my mother sent me a package of plantain and white thatch roots from the house and told me to use her to make tea and drink it to reduce nosebleeds. But at that time, when I was young, nosebleeds had become a habit, I didn't care too much, coupled with the tight training of the company and strict discipline, soaking that kind of grass in the tooth tank was unsightly, affecting the health evaluation of the class (when I was a soldier, the tooth tank was also a water cup, it was also a wine utensil, uniformly placed on the table with a line, toothpaste looked like a row, a toothbrush row was very neat), so I rarely used her to soak water to drink, and after a long time, I threw her outside the barracks courtyard wall. Spring and autumn, plantains actually sprouted outside the barracks, took root, and blossomed, so on weekends or holidays, I would always go to see the tender plantain, and occasionally pull out a stick to soak in the military tooth jar and drink water to show my hometown and miss my mother. That faint fragrance, a faint sweet taste, will make me feel that my hometown is on the other side of the mountain, my mother is where the moon rises, and my heart is warm, happy and blessed, so sweet. But the nosebleed was still flowing reluctantly, seriously affecting my body
When the soldiers came back to work, everything was fine, but the problem of nosebleeds could not be solved, it became my heart disease, and it has always been my mother's concern. Because the unit where I work is in a remote town far from home, I come home once every ten days and a half a month, and every time I come home, my mother will get me some fresh and dried ones for me to bring and let me insist on drinking, and she said that as long as you keep soaking water and drinking, you will not have nosebleeds. I did not dare to be sloppy anymore, remembered my mother's words, I insisted on drinking plantain as tea every day, for a long time, plantain tea, actually became my hobby, a day can not be separated, a year, two years, I really slowly did not have nosebleeds, until now, that problem has indeed not been committed again. It was the mother grass that solved my old problem of nearly 10 years, and it was the mother grass that took away my heart disease. At that time, I told my mother that I had no nosebleeds, and my mother breathed a long sigh of relief, and the wrinkles on her face were soothed a lot.
After living in the city a few years ago, every once in a while I will go back to my hometown to visit my mother, when I leave, my mother always can't forget to bring me some plantain, I said you old people don't bother, I haven't had nosebleeds for many years, my mother said, no nosebleeds can also heal high blood pressure, lower blood lipids, you socialize more a day, love to drink, drink some plantains well.
My mother, you always care about your children like this, you just don't know how to hurt yourself, and whenever I leave, look at her vicissitudes and kindness, and look at the eyes he sends us, I feel incomparably happy and a wave of heartache. I carefully brought home plantain as a treasure, because it was my mother's love and my mother's concern.
Later, when I went back, my mother gave my child a bag of seeds for plantain, and she said to her young granddaughter, sprinkle these seeds in front of the house in the city, I am old, and you will rarely come back when I die, planted in the city, your father will be more convenient to drink. The child really brought her home and planted her in the yard behind the house, and she grew and blossomed, and the longer she grew, the neighbors often came to pick a few plants to drink as tea, and the family also enthusiastically helped them to pick. My mother gave me her love and sprinkled it on those around me.
My mother has been away from me for nearly 20 years, but she has become the plantain that has taken root in my heart. This year, Qingming finished giving my mother a grave, and I walked to the front of the old house, the row of tall tile houses in the past, now it is in tatters, one of them has collapsed, and a sour taste immediately comes to mind, here is the mother who has lived a lifetime, here has raised me, raised so big family! Looking at the familiar and desolate old house, I was really full of emotions and couldn't help but cry.
Mother---- Mother, ----- Are you good in heaven? Your children miss you so much! Although the weeds in front of the house are overgrown, I saw plantains growing densely in front of the house, outside the courtyard, and the spring breeze, emitting a faint fragrance, that is the mother's greeting, that is the mother's smile, that is the smell of the mother! Casually pulling up a plantain and carefully holding it to my chest, I was like throwing myself into the arms of my mother, listening to my mother's nagging, listening to the child's narration, my mother, you are gone, you are the cooking smoke of your hometown, but you have turned your soul and your great love into the home of the guardian of plantain, accompanied by my children, silently bless me and nourish me.
Plantain, my life grass, my beloved mother grass.
Yong Jianjun, pen name Nightingale, nicknamed Hanlin Jushi, a native of Yangxian County, Shaanxi, is a civil servant. I write my heart by hand, my heart is true!