Take mountain products for example.

Childhood has gone far away, far from touching its skirt, only the flowers embroidered by my mother on the skirt rustle in my mind; Only the wings of butterflies held by Han Han's little hands are graceful in memory.

Always, by the river in the dream, in the village stream in the memory. There is a growing feeling that childhood has not gone far, but I am tired of playing and put my childhood that I can't go back to at the head of the village. Then I ran away.

Childhood, like wisps of smoke, drifts with the wind. Childhood, like dusk after the first light rain, a few companions, you chase me, I chase you, frolic, don't want to go home, forget to eat dinner. Looking at the sunset, several tired companions sat on the edge of the lotus pond, watching Xiao He turn over casually and watching the dragonfly fall in the sunset.

My favorite things are picking wild vegetables in the mountains, washing clothes and fishing in the river behind the village. The river is clear and sparkling. Standing on the river bank, you can see fish and shrimp swimming around in the river. Wandering shadows are like a girl's eyes, as clear as hearing a girl's heart.

A big river winds through the mountain ridge behind the village, which is a paradise for brothers and sisters. I can only look up. I really want to walk to the middle of that river. I really want to touch the temperature of the river and touch its elegant waist.

However, always standing on the shore, always looking at the middle of the water, always listening to the birds singing in the water, never dare to go into the water, and I am really timid. However, the more I didn't arrive, the more curious I was. I will regret it until now. Why didn't I go swimming in the river?

There are many kinds of wild vegetables on the mountain, such as bracken, cat's paw, yellow melon fragrance, dandelion (like a woman), shepherd's purse, willow bud, amaranth, Osmunda japonica, lily ... In spring and weekends, I like to pick wild vegetables on the mountain.

I especially like to eat bracken and cat's paw, which has become the best taste of my childhood. I remember taking it off and washing it in the river. In the afterglow of the sunset, green wild vegetables are reflected, like jade, like a drop of green held by my daughter, moist and transparent.

When you get home, blanch it with boiling water. At the dinner table, the whole family gathered around a big sauce bowl made by their mother. White porcelain is clean, with golden sauce inside. Especially my mother made it herself, with my mother's taste, warm and kind.

Mother's sauce is always salty, delicious and attractive. A dish of cooked wild vegetables like Lv Yun, a small bowl of rice. Coupled with the small onions and garlic planted at home, the onions are white and white, and the onions are like my daughter's fingers, straight and soft. It looks pleasing to the eye, let alone in the mouth. It's really delicious, even if it's a feast

While eating, chatting with my parents and brothers about the day, or reading books or interesting things, the family is happy. The chicken has long been cooed by its mother, and a handful of rice bran is called home. Goose and duck stepped on the broken steps and felt that they were rushing home. The same is true of neighbors, life and days are very similar, and the whole village is not much different.

The village is small and everyone is familiar with it. People in a village can smell what a family eats. Sometimes, I even find the fragrance and eat it. Sometimes if you don't eat, if the food cooked by that family is delicious, you will also get a share from your neighbors.

Especially the big sauce, it is generally known that whose sauce is delicious, you will go to someone else's house to ask for a bowl. I cooked delicious food at home and offered it to my neighbors. I like to eat soy sauce from my neighbor's aunt's house, and I also like to eat steamed rice from her house, authentic northeast food, which is delicious.

I like to eat steamed buns made by my neighbor's aunt. The first is washed vegetables, including lettuce, coriander, pepper and shallots. Then chop parsley, pepper and shallots. Steamed rice, steamed a bowl of egg sauce, wrapped in chopped parsley, pepper and shallots with lettuce leaves, and finally covered with fried egg sauce according to your own taste and rolled up.

It tastes soft and crisp. A faint sauce flavor, a faint vegetable flavor. The touch on the tip of the tongue, the fragrance between the teeth, the lingering aftertaste between the throat, and the appetite is wide open. Chew slowly, chat leisurely, be caring and attentive, don't have some nostalgia, let you feel endless warmth and affection.

My aunt likes joking, and so does her grandmother next door. Every time I eat at menstruation's house, I always say: I like eating other people's food so much that I might as well be the daughter-in-law of menstruation when I grow up, hehe. Grandma likes to help people in the village. I blushed and bowed my head.

Aunt and her mother often say: it is true, but it is the only thing that makes people unhappy. Girls who have been raised so painstakingly since childhood have gone to other people's homes and become their daughters-in-law and their people when they grow up. Why don't you adopt a son, marry 9 1, call me mom, call me dad, and have a baby with our family name? This marriage has a very different taste in my heart. Neighbor's aunt and mother laughed and chatted, glancing at our girl from time to time.

As for me, after listening to it, I went to the village to play with the girls, so I didn't think so much. At that time, I always felt that I had a long way to grow up, thinking that I would never grow up, stay with my mother and live in the village forever.

I play at the end of the village almost every day. There are streams in front of the village, rivers behind the village, and wild flowers in front of and behind the village. The happiness of childhood and the world are between mountains and rivers, in the depths of mountains and rivers.

I remember that spring, a group of companions went to the mountains to pick flowers, and the flowers in the mountains were in full bloom. Blue iris, red azaleas, wild lilies, red willows, wild chrysanthemums, a girl without sadness, bowls of flowers, plum blossoms ... and many wild flowers that can't be called out.

I always feel that those wild flowers are gorgeous and hot, and they are also the most vital. I went to the mountains again and again to dig them up and plant them at home, but I would rather die than surrender, just not plant them at home. On the contrary, in the mountains, bushes, hills, low-lying places, grass ponds ... without management and irrigation, it is so beautiful and vigorous.

I especially like the patches of Bupleurum chinense, which are yellow and open to the ocean, like yellow fog and yellow smoke, and are extremely beautiful. I can't help thinking, who says medicinal materials are not beautiful? Under the beautiful appearance, it is a good medicine to cure diseases and save lives.

I like flowers, and I like to dig up the flowers and plants on the mountain and plant them in my front yard and backyard. It's just not easy to handle, so I'm used to being wild. Really, I am not shy, but in fact, I am used to freedom.

The wild flowers on the mountain have some characteristics of northeast girls, which are pungent, unrestrained, simple, generous, indifferent and unpretentious. Is easy to get along with, easy to communicate with, no small temper, no femininity.

It was very small at that time. In spring, I go to the mountains to pick wild flowers and vegetables almost every day. In autumn, we will go to the mountains to pick wild fruits to eat. There are many wild fruits on the mountain, including hawthorn, Queena Ding, hawthorn, walnut and hazelnut. ...

I like to eat Ding Zi Shan Hong best. The more sour it is, the more I like it. Even the thought of it makes my mouth water. As usual, Zizyphus jujuba can be cooked and eaten, or soaked in wine and kept for the winter. Queena Ding soaked in wine is more delicious, sweet and sour, with endless aftertaste. Maybe at that time, I didn't know much about the use of Queena Ding. In fact, this humble little fruit actually has many benefits. It is sweet and sour, cool and nontoxic, and can moisten dryness, promote fluid production, eliminate phlegm, strengthen spleen and relieve hangover.

The hometown of autumn is intoxicating and charming. Every family goes to the mountains to pick wild fruits and mountain products. Especially go to the mountains to pick mushrooms and fungus. Picked back, can't eat, just sun up, keep it for the winter, give it to distant relatives and friends, and some people who do business in mountain products take it to the market.

Childhood, leaving too many beautiful memories, not only innocent and carefree, but also a lot of childhood fun. Childhood mountains, childhood water, childhood streams and rivers, beautiful grass ponds. There are flowers, wild vegetables, wild fruits, many joys, many beautiful songs and stories, and many homesickness and local flavor.

Although I have left there, although I have grown up. But childlike innocence has not changed, and a childlike innocence has not disappeared. I always feel that my childhood is at the head of the village. Every time there is trouble, every climate change, I will immediately think of my hometown and the small village where I was born.

In the small village where I was born and raised, I put my childhood at the head of the village. I often patted myself and ran happily in the field of memory, like a BMW in the moonlight, galloping in the mountains and forests of my vast hometown.

It seems that all of a sudden, I am sitting at the head of the village, playing with my friends, singing and picking wild flowers and fruits together ... Is such a precious childhood really so precious because everyone has gone back? I pay special attention to my precious childhood. Oh, I put it on the head of my village.

I don't know how many times, how many times, watching my parents, standing at the head of the village, watching the villagers and neighbors, standing at the head of the village. Smile, sweet smile, still, still my childhood face. Kind and familiar. Enthusiasm, enthusiasm.