The taste of childhood (3) the wild fruits we ate in those years.

Although rural children can't enjoy all kinds of snacks of urban children, nature has given rural children all kinds of pure natural and pollution-free wild fruits, which urban children can't buy with money.

When I was a child, I grew up in this village and experienced too many ups and downs. I still can't let go of my feelings for it. Who can forget the hot land where I was born and raised?

The village now looks a little old-fashioned, but for those who go out from here, no one will forget it!

Good memories of the past can be seen everywhere in the village. The opposite mountain, the river at the foot of the mountain, the field by the river, the land by the river!

In spring, we pull a hair exhibition on the ridge of the field, and sometimes we have to look for this kind of food everywhere, regardless of the tender tip of thatch, and barefoot hurts. It's tender and tastes a little sweet. But Mao Zhanzi will soon grow into a grass flower, so he can't eat it.

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The foot of the mountain opposite the village is where we often go. In the early rice planting season, there is a kind of wild fruit called Miaoguo, which hangs on the branches like a little red lantern to celebrate the beginning of sowing in a year.

This kind of wild flesh, with fewer seeds and larger seeds, is sweet and sour. Not my favorite.

Before long, another kind of wild fruit will appear. Do you remember all the barley bubbles? From the village to the school, there is a canal rich in this kind of wild fruit. So I often go to school without taking the main road and bypass the canal just to pick some red wheat bubbles.

I still remember one year I went to the forest farm to pick honeysuckle and sell it. I didn't expect to find honeysuckle in that wasteland, but there were red barley bubbles everywhere. After everyone ate a lot, everyone picked half a reed and trotted home happily to share with their families. I didn't expect to see all the barley bubbles in the reeds rotten. It turns out that this wild fruit can't stand being squeezed, and the trot is smashed. That's a real pity.

Blink of an eye, the wheat turned yellow, and the stuffy wheat began to attract my appetite again. There is a lot of wheat on the wasteland by the river. Listen, do you still know them? .

On the opposite mountain, there are different wild fruits in four seasons. There is a proverb in my hometown, "July peaches and August melons, September millet laughs." As long as you are willing to go, you will always get something.

? In July of the lunar calendar, it is still very hot. Pick a cloudy day without rain, a wood knife and a snakeskin bag. Several people went up the mountain to fight peaches together. Follow a cross road to Longjinggou, where there are many peach trees, and it is easy to pick mature peach trees.

This green and red peach is ripe. Wipe the fluff off the skin on the clothes and take a bite. Sweet and bitter. It is said that it has many good functions, but the most important thing is that it is pure natural and pesticide-free. Right?

Crossing Longjinggou, opposite Wangban Mountain, there is another kind of wild fruit, carambola. Just ripe, and picked it back by the way. (But I have only been to the specific location of the peach tree once, and my brother picks it every year. There are two kinds, one is called glutinous rice peach, and the other is called melon peach, but this is definitely not their real name. ).

August melon, yes. But I haven't eaten it. I don't like the shape and taste of hearsay. But many people like it.

In September, the leaves on the mountain turned yellow. From a distance, you can see many chestnut trees on the opposite hill. The chestnuts on the tree are ripe, and they are all smiling at our picking. .

The furry millet will be put in a corner of the house with the awning for a few days, and then dried in the awning. This kind of hairy millet needs to go to the stars, so that the dried hairy millet will be sweeter when fried.

At the junction of forest farm and Datang mountain, there is a section called eighteen bends, and there are wild walnut trees at the end of eighteen bends. This place was discovered by my father when he was burning charcoal here. So far, I have only picked it once, and then I have never been there again. Too far!

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After this kind of walnut is picked home, it is necessary to rot the green skin on the surface first, and then clean up the residual skin on the surface. Dried and fried, I didn't choose any more, because it tasted terrible. Now I know that eating walnuts can benefit my brain, but it is hopeless to pick them there.

Of course, there are many unknown wild fruits, so I won't introduce them one by one if I can't find their pictures. In short, there are edible wild fruits in every season. Even in winter, there is snow everywhere, and there are soft sweets on the mountain that are sweet to the teeth!