Prose with fuzzy plant feelings

On that day, my family and I sat in the restaurant to prepare dinner. I watched the beautiful cold dishes fill the table instantly, and the most common Chinese cabbage, gray vegetables and shepherd's purse when I was a child were also placed on the table. At that moment, I seemed to go back to the past and those years related to food.

I remember when I was a child, because my family was poor, I always couldn't eat fresh vegetables. My father always buys a lot of rapeseed in early spring every year, such as cabbage, radish, garlic sprout and spinach. In early summer, I bought eggplant and cucumber and tomato seedlings. Almost all these years are full of food. Probably because I often eat these kinds of dishes, I always have an inexplicable love for them. Although people in our village often say that "boiled cabbage is a pot of soup with no nutrition". Isn't it? There is often a pot of white flour at home in the season when green and yellow are not connected. If you can see a few green leaves, you will be lucky. Until junior high school, the first thing to do when I go home every day is to pick up the noodles scooped up by my mother and finish them in a few bites. In this way, in the years without vegetables, day after day passed. So I don't like spaghetti very much until now. After all, Shaanxi people, the so-called pasta with different tastes, have become the staple food of Laoshan people. But I am an exception, and now I mean work. I don't eat noodles for almost a month, especially during the summer vacation. I didn't eat noodles for nearly forty days. Everyone with me knows my hobbies. I prefer vegetables to rice. The first time I had dinner with my male colleagues, they could see that I liked vegetables very much. So after a meal, everyone gave me a nickname "herbivore". From the beginning of eating rice, I almost didn't finish a bowl of rice, and I always ate all the dishes on the table.

I didn't think too much before, and the food on the table was full of tricks. I picked up chopsticks and ate the common home cooking when I was a child-bean sprouts mixed with celery, sliced onions with fungus, cold gray vegetables, Chinese cabbage vermicelli, shepherd's purse platter and so on. It is in response to this sentence that "I used to eat wild vegetables behind closed doors, but now I sit in a restaurant and eat wild vegetables." Wild vegetables have not changed, but the way of eating is different, and the feeling of eating has changed. Grifola frondosa is my companion for some time. I remember the day when I was in charge of Taoyuan. Almost every summer vacation, my staple food is noodles and gray vegetables. Every noon. I began to look for gray vegetables on the path near Taoyuan. Once my sister and I found a big basket. We put the gray vegetables in a pot and blanch them with boiling water, only sprinkle some salt, add some Chili noodles and vinegar, and eat them with relish after stirring. As a result, we both ate a big bowl of grey vegetables. Looking back on those years, it really makes me sad-the passage of time, childhood memories, hazy feelings, faint sadness. Perhaps because of my family, I had an extraordinary experience that I had never had before. I'll remember it with joy and sadness. It is often said that experience is wealth. Otherwise, how could I sit in such a luxurious hotel, feeling calm and carefree?

When my wife put the shepherd's purse in my bowl, he said, "Eat this quickly, this is the shepherd's purse you used to find in the wheat field when you were young!" " "I gently picked up the green shepherd's purse and put it in my mouth, and a bitter taste that I had never had before penetrated into my heart. Is my heart uncomfortable and my throat blocked, or is shepherd's purse really not delicious? I don't know how I feel at this moment. In the dim light, I seem to see a little girl wrapped in a scarf carrying a vegetable basket, and a partner digging shepherd's purse with a shovel in the wheat field. This is me. The day of digging shepherd's purse is after the Spring Festival every year. When the wheat seedlings are up, it is time for friends to dig shepherd's purse. For the rural areas in the north, the spring is chilly, and we can hardly take off our cotton-padded jackets, so we wear warm clothes and go to every corner of the wheat field. At that time, adults generally did not spray pesticides in the fields, and there were quite a lot of shepherd's purse. In one afternoon, we can dig a big basket and go home. Parents are happier when they see their children coming home with a full load and adults can steam them with noodles. Can also be used as a daily dish. At that time, I dug shepherd's purse almost every day, which seemed to be a task I had to complete.

I remember once when my second sister and I were digging shepherd's purse, we didn't see my second sister until dusk because of too many partners. It turned out that she was lost, because we were both young and walked too far, and we didn't know the route when we came. I'm too scared to go home. My parents didn't take me home until my other half told me, but it was very late. After all, my sister can't find it. That night, I knew my parents didn't sleep well, and I almost didn't fall asleep. At dawn the next day, my father got on his bike and went to find my sister according to the general route I said. What is even more unexpected is that before my father came back, my sister was sent back to the village by an old woman and brought her a lot of delicious food. It turned out that my sister was lost in the neighboring village-Qianjin Village. It's funny to think of it, because this village is very close to us, but when I was a child, I felt that the distance was so short.

When I was in junior high school, I still dug shepherd's purse hand in hand with my companions, but shepherd's purse was obviously less than when I was a child, because adults sprayed herbicides. It is not easy to find a basket of wild vegetables. The day of digging shepherd's purse is getting farther and farther away from me Now, sitting in the restaurant, you will get a refreshing shepherd's purse, but the feeling of eating is different. I don't think it's because shepherd's purse has changed, but the mood of eating is different. I know that I will never go back to digging shepherd's purse, and those people are humming songs with their partners all the way; Stop and go along the way, talking and laughing; I found a happy moment of dense shepherd's purse in the field; Occasionally, we will encounter the situation of catching loach in the pond; I don't know if I am hungry all the way, looking for it in the cold wind. I think this is my precious and amiable childhood. The days are gone forever, but the impression left on me is indelible in this life.

Eating vermicelli cabbage reminds me of my parents saving cabbage for the whole family. Because it is winter, Chinese cabbage can't freeze. My father dug a cellar and put cabbage in it. Cabbage is spent with us almost every day until the winter months. Although it won't add some color to the food, it is full of flavor. Mom can fry the cabbage, pickle it, or cut it into raw silk for us to eat with porridge. I can still smell the fragrance of cabbage. And this big plate of Chinese cabbage vermicelli in front of me can hardly taste anything. I am used to eating chicken and fish, and I often think of these vegetables in my memory. Sometimes I miss my mother very much, so I ask my lover to fry me a vinegar cabbage. That sour and sweet taste is like mother's love, faint and lingering, but it is tied to our lives.

A dish of "Flaming Mountain in Snowland" made me think. It turned out to be a plate of tomatoes with sugar. It makes me laugh and cry. When I was young, my parents planted many vegetables, such as tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants and beans. Every day after school and on weekends, we will take turns to look after vegetables in the fields according to our parents' duty arrangements. At that time, I didn't know whether I was afraid of being picked or eaten by insects and birds. When it is my turn, it is always in the afternoon. It's sultry in early summer. After all, there are cornfields all around. The summer heat makes me feel stuffy in the vegetable field. Apart from the sounds of insects and birds, I look green and full of vitality, so I sit on the canal and pick some flowers and Mao Mao grass, knit shoes and be a puppy. Or a person recites the text assigned by the teacher in the field, and the weekend is long, so I take the composition book or read the monthly magazine, and time passes quickly. At that time, everything was so simple in my eyes. When you are tired, pull out a big piece of grass and spread it on the ground. When I was thirsty, I picked a cucumber or tomato to eat. I fell asleep a few times, and my mother woke me up while picking vegetables. When we grow up, we all go to junior high school, make up lessons at weekends and teach ourselves at night. My father doesn't grow so many vegetables anymore. The villagers thought that my family planted so many vegetables to sell, but except when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, my father planted a large piece of celery, which was bought in the market. Never sold vegetables before or after. Father always said, "There are many children in our family, as long as we don't buy other people's food."

Speaking of celery, in fact, my sister and I pulled a cart to sell it in those days. In the evening, my mother instructed me to learn how to look at the scale. The next day, I loaded two vegetables in the car, and we pulled the car on the road. We weighed the vegetables, settled accounts and paid the money all the way until the vegetables were sold out. We both felt a sense of accomplishment, crossed the empty car back and reported the specific "work" to our mother. In fact, I thought the scale was very accurate at that time, but now, I haven't touched it for more than ten years, and I forgot how to recognize it.

A series of dishes are my childhood memories. I don't know how many stories there are, including happy laughter and bitter tears. People who have never experienced it will never understand. I don't understand that eating a cabbage in a dull life is also happiness, and eating a bowl of vegetarian noodles when I don't know how to suffer is also a rare satisfaction. I don't know what it's like for a child to look at vegetables in the fields for countless days, and I'll never know the happiness that my sisters struggle for a bowl of sugared tomatoes. ................. Yes, I remember this for almost ten years, but at this moment, everything is so clear. So I didn't understand until now that there are certain reasons why a person doesn't like or love anything. Just like I don't like noodles, no one will understand how a Shaanxi person can't eat food and miss for months. Because no one understands the hard times I have gone through, every meal has a day of white flour. That's a long time. I like eating vegetables. Now that I'm working, I can adjust the food according to my own taste. In addition to cooking, I will cook all kinds of vegetable chowder together in a week. After cooking, I will add some salt, vinegar and pepper, which will make it very refreshing. Although my father also planted vegetables when I was a child, after all, the years without vegetables are too long, too long. At that time, I was always looking forward to growing up and living a comfortable life. Now that the years have passed and those white days are gone forever, I have learned how to cherish today's happy life and how to grasp what I have now. Happy are those who know how to be grateful, and happy are those who know how to be content.

Looking at a table of colorful meals reminds me of my childhood; Looking at a table full of ideas, it's like parents' nagging, and it's like going back to childhood vegetable years ..... Time flies, and the little girl who dug shepherd's purse has grown up. Childhood friends go their separate ways and are scattered all over the world. Those memories about grey vegetables, shepherd's purse, Chinese cabbage, celery and even more dishes are deeply rooted in my mind. I know that even if I go to the ends of the earth, I still remember it, and I will remember it all my life.