"Digging shepherd's purse" prose

Just after the end of the year, the spring cold intensified. First there is heavy snow, then there is light snow. After a few days, as soon as it cleared up and was a little warmer, I rushed to the wheat field to look for shepherd's purse. The snow melted and the ground was muddy, so I went home in anger.

Yesterday, the temperature was suddenly high and the spring was strong. This is a good weather for a spring outing. My wife urged me to dig shepherd's purse again. I'm afraid it's too late. Shepherd's purse may have blossomed. After all, it's past March 15 in the solar calendar, and it's unknown that hardworking people have become waiters again. Where can I find it?

Call friends, bring children and drive to Hulushan Reservoir behind the mountain-it has been renamed Dawenhe Wetland Park. I saw the farmland on the west side of Hulushan Reservoir, neat and tidy. People who are busy in spring can be seen everywhere in the fields. "ouch! This is not good! " I can't help sighing. I dug three or two shepherd's purse like a treasure, and my idea finally came true.

I remember playing with my wife in Hulushan Reservoir last year. "I accidentally found a shepherd's purse on the side of the road and unconsciously dug it out ... it's delicious!" I still remember it now. I often mention it when I miss it. I miss it very much. A long-awaited heart, a deep desire, often turns into disappointment, so "the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment!" "Words, not bad at all.

When it took a long time to find out that he couldn't help it, he asked the farmer in the field, "Grandpa! Where is the shepherd's purse? " The old man raised his slightly tired face, looked at us and said blankly, "There is not enough rain and snow this year. Why didn't you look in the vegetable fields over there last year? " It's humid there, maybe more. "He pointed to the direction with his finger. The farmer refers to the direction beyond the dam, and the so-called vegetable field is just below the dam. There are vegetable fields and, of course, wheat fields, which are not bad at all. So we got on the bus again and arrived at the dam.

There is a spillway river under the dam-in fact, it is Dawen River. To the east of the river is the vegetable field (wheat field) referred to by the old farmer. I looked at the river and then at the wheat field, and I hesitated. I saw a dazzling array of strange stones in the river, and the cliffs on the west side of the river bank were rugged; Although you can't see the flowers of shepherd's purse clearly in the wheat field, the "feeling and taste" of shepherd's purse fragrance still lingers in front of your eyes, Adam's apple, nose and brain. One is eye-catching, the other is delicious, and the two men are facing each other in my mind. How will this be known?

That's all! I'm very clever, and I proposed to divide the troops into two ways-my sister-in-law took her daughter and wife to dig shepherd's purse, and Zhao Wei and I took the children to treasure hunt. ...

We climbed over the mound, slipped down the cement slope and really entered the Stone River. Now that the river has dried up, even if there is water, it has already been stopped by the dam above. ) I saw some stones neat and smooth, suitable for the tea table in the court yard; Some stones are slender and graceful, standing at scenic spots and village heads, very beautiful; Some stone skeletons have pits, which can be piled in parks or used as bonsai. Is a lifelike flying man like an eagle? Does the forest stand like a tree? The Bird's Nest is also home to thousands of birds.

I looked at it for a long time and slowly found it. Why do I feel "fondle admiringly" about every stone? ? Pick a small and satisfied person, roll up your sleeves, roll up your trouser legs, stand firm, breathe in your luck, try your best, and just don't move. And those small, movable ones can't get into my eyes. After all, those who are in good shape and interesting have long been picked out by people before me. No, you see, there are not many people standing, lying down, or leaning here and there-I have consulted them for a long time, and it is estimated that there is no use value? Some bigger stones weigh several tons, even dozens of tons. How to do things without qigong brute force? Looking at these beautiful big stones, my heart seldom comes to life: building roads … looking for excavators … maybe windmills are cheaper … hanging by helicopters is the most economical … thinking in my head, thinking in my heart and talking about it, but it doesn't work, which fascinates me. Forget it! Let's dig mine. Go to shepherd's purse! So I asked my nephew (son) to join the big army. ...

Therefore, reality finally defeated imagination.

I found a land full of shepherd's purse flowers. Dig out a tree, smell it and make sure-because I didn't know shepherd's purse, let alone seen shepherd's purse flowers, before I met my wife, so I'd better be careful. The taste is rich and the aftertaste is meaningful, as if returning to the excitement when eating shepherd's purse for the first time. There are shepherd's purse flowers everywhere. Although I am a slow learner, I am sometimes more anxious than anyone else. I saw that I was walking down and then I was walking forward. I was sweating profusely. My friend thought that the shepherd's purse I dug was too old. I said, "I might as well, I might as well, the taste is old, even the old roots are the most powerful." Although I have been looking for stones for a long time, with my enterprising spirit, my achievements are obviously far ahead. ...

When I got home, my wife and I immediately packed jiaozi stuffed with shepherd's purse and tofu. How does it taste? At the moment, I just miss a poem: "Plum blossoms are not biting." I was naturally full that day, but the next day, I was inactive for a long time, and my back ached and my legs ached, which showed that this statement was correct.

I have seen Zhou Zuoren's description of shepherd's purse flowers in his essay "Wild Vegetables in My Hometown", and I have a lot of imagination in my heart. However, I didn't even have time to look at the shepherd's purse flowers on the ground that day. This is a bit of a waste of time. Therefore, I can't describe its shape and beauty in the end. It can be seen that I, who boasts a unique literary heart, is not worthy of the name, and I am full and full, that's all.