Bitter flower prose

Essay of Sophora alopecuroides 1 I liked Sophora alopecuroides when I was a child. Its flowers are small and yellow, emitting a faint fragrance, which is really refreshing and intoxicating.

As I grew older, I gradually understood. Knowing that this wild vegetable has a strong vitality, it saved many people's lives in the difficult period of the revolutionary war and the construction of China, so it left a deeper impression on me and made me know how to cherish life better. In early spring, when you take a leisurely walk, bring carefully prepared dishes and gently dig out these newly green lives with a special knife, then you will feel that this is not only a kind of enjoyment, but also the endless fun of life. Whenever I see this little bitter flower, I always think of the hardships and sufferings of life, and the vicissitudes of life are bleak; Although I have never experienced the difficult times in China, I often think so. ...

In the evening, a bowl of cold bitter vegetables suddenly appeared on the dinner table at home. I knew at a glance that it was carefully prepared by my mother, and the effort and price paid were many times the value of these bitter vegetables. Miss Jie watched curiously with childlike eyes, stretched out two delicate hands, held the bowl in front of her, like a naughty little monkey, sniffing her nose near bitter vegetables. "Ah, it smells good." So she ran into the back room, took out her special spoon and kept sending it to her mouth. While chewing, he kept praising: "It's delicious, it's great." She suddenly turned her head and said to her mother, "mom, don't you always say that wild vegetables are so bad and life is so hard?" How can this be inconsistent? "

Mother was silent, gently shook her head and nodded again. I know how much my mother wants to tell her the painful experience in detail, but she is still young and doesn't understand the truth of life. Just gently said: "eat, you will understand later." Looking at my little sister's really round face and serious movements when holding a spoon that day, I always felt that she was too young, so I could only use time to let her know the hardships of life, because she was now weaving a colorful sweet dream.

I walked in the silent night, looking at the bright moonlight, stepping on the hard land, and moving forward step by step. ...

A woman with bad karma, eager for love, was played by two men, secretly gave birth to a daughter, but still did not tie the heart of a lecherous man.

Marry hastily

In the mountainous area of southern Zhejiang, there is a small mountain village with a small population of about 400 people, with mountains, water and green. The local villagers are mainly engaged in farming, leading a dull life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. A villager named Fang Qi is guarding several acres of barren land. Introduced me to a daughter-in-law from a foreign village. Husband and wife love. A year later, they had the crystallization of love-Fang Jing. Fang Jing was smart from childhood and studied very well until she graduated from high school and became a beautiful camellia. Due to my poor family, I am not qualified to take the college entrance examination. I stayed at home to help with farm work and lived for a year. One day, a kind-hearted man came to tell her a good news. The county is going to recruit a group of township cadres. She signed up without hesitation, and successfully passed the exam, becoming a township cadre. Jumping out of the farm gate, Fang Jing worked hard and wanted to do something. The weather is not very good. Liu Wei, a young man from other places, came into her life. When she first fell in love, Fang Jing was at a loss and didn't know what to do. Liu Wei is young and has been running outside for several years. He is well-informed and considerate. He vowed to confess to Fang Jing. Inexperienced Fang Jing believed it, plunged into love, believed Liu Wei's sweet words, and married Liu Wei like lightning. The sweet days after marriage were not long. Liu Wei left without saying goodbye and left his new wife and flew away. Fang Jing think impassability. Wei Liu's vows of eternal love were all in vain. It turned out to be all lies. Finally, the bamboo basket draws water with a sieve. Fang Jing was heartbroken and vowed never to get married again. There is a saying that once bitten, twice shy. In order to divert the pain, Fang Jing put his energy into the fiery work, while personal events were frozen and waited for the opportunity.

Fate from heaven

After graduating from a famous university, Ye Cha naturally came to work in County B. He is handsome, personable and young. He is very attractive to ladies. The leader appreciates him very much and lets him handle everything to exercise his working ability and prepare to reuse him. One day, he went to the countryside and came to a remote mountain town. It took him several days to get to know Fang Jing. Ye Cha not only did a good job, but also fell in love with others. When he saw the lovely Fang Jing, his eyes lit up and he began to speak again.

Ye Cha said: "Fang Jing, your work is excellent, and the leaders have praised you."

Fang Jing said, "Sorry, I have little knowledge. Please forgive me. "

Ye Cha added: "Grassroots work is too hard. A thousand lines above and a needle below. Village cadres are omnipotent, but it is not easy to do everything well. "

Fang Jing said modestly: "If you have the opportunity, go up and study, maybe you can improve yourself."

Ye Cha said decisively: "Of course. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely help. "

Fang Jing sighed with emotion: "Thank you, you are really a warm-hearted person."

Ye Cha said, "Thank you for not helping. It's too early. However, I won't break my word, don't worry. "

Question and answer, one after another, the two became acquainted and said everything. From then on, Yecha went to the countryside more diligently, and went to Fang Jing for a date whenever she was free. Love grows with time. The love fire of Ye Cha was burning violently, and Fang Jing was at a loss and was defeated. Soon, the two were as close as knees, and the spirit and the flesh were closely combined, burning like a dry fire. Soon, Fang Jing felt strange that the regular physiological phenomenon-menstruation was gone. A woman's sensitivity tells her that there must be joy. Ye Cha was surprised when she told her the good news. Coming so soon, Ye Cha said that she hasn't had enough fun. No, persuade Fang Jing to abort the baby. Fang Jing doesn't think so. She tied the leaf tea with the child to prevent him from running away, so she decided not to fight. In this way, Ye Cha was angered. He refused to meet Fang Jing on the pretext of busy work. Fang Jing was also confident, and she didn't see Ye Cha until she gave birth to her daughter. Fang Jing's wishful thinking is that after a failed marriage, she finally found a rich husband, hanged him and reopened the road to happiness for herself. Leaf difference has other plans, but he and Fang Jing are just taking part in accidental amusement, just for fun, and they won't take it seriously. Secretly entrust someone to go to the city to find a city girl with a better job. Step on two boats.

Endeavour took her daughter to live, and the heartbroken leaf tea ignored her and left her to fend for herself. Ye Cha formed a happy family again, gave birth to a fat son and lived a good life. Make new friends and forget old ones. Fang Jing couldn't bear it, and made an outrageous move. With a horizontal heart, she sent her four-year-old daughter back to Ye Cha to raise her. She despaired of the leaf tea and gave up. Leaf tea is also under pressure, and the acceptance of her daughter will destroy the happiness of this family. What shall we do? Frowning, the plan came to mind. Yecha found a family without a daughter through the Internet and gave it away.

Looking for a daughter

Time flies, ten years have passed. Fang Jing is eager to find a woman. Not married, she still lives alone. I lost my job and lived by working. All the money I earned was used to find my daughter. At that time, I made a mistake in a rage. Now my daughter doesn't know where she is, and it's hard to find her. There is no way, Fang Jing is trying to find it, and her persistent heart has touched people around her. One of the neighbors found that Fang Jing's daughter was far away in a village in a deep forest. Fang Jing was too excited to sleep all night. The next morning, I came to this beautiful small mountain village with travel-stained and tireless efforts. In a quiet mountain village, a stranger visited, and suddenly the whole village knew about it. Also alarmed the adoptive parents. The adoptive parents didn't want their biological mother to disturb her, so they were firm and refused to meet her. Fang Jing was once turned away. Don't give up, after a while, go again. She didn't go directly to her home, but made a detour to meet her daughter in middle school. This time, with the help of the class teacher, we were able to meet. The mother and daughter cried bitterly and were very sad. Because of her age, her daughter is unfamiliar with her biological mother and doesn't want to go back to the city. It's nice here, but she doesn't think about the city. In desperation, Fang Jing had to go back first and then think of some way. The girlfriend gave her an idea to get her daughter back through legal channels. Because it is illegal for Fang Jing to get pregnant before marriage, the adoptive parents don't want to give up their daughter who has been raised so hard, and the daughter doesn't want to go back to her biological mother. The judge can't, so she has to judge Fang Jing's daughter as the adopted daughter of the adoptive parents, leaving a regret. You can't get your daughter back I have to find another man who is not ideal. Her lover is out of step with her. She went out to do business, leaving Fang Jing alone, thinking of her daughter while working and talking about the hardships. A bitter tear, who knows. Whose fault is this? The child is innocent, but he suffers in another country. Parents were entangled in lawsuits again, so they were exhausted and ended up fruitless, leaving a fig.

My hometown is only four or five miles away from my present residence, and it can be reached in ten minutes by motorcycle. In the past, every spring, on February 24th of the lunar calendar, I would go home to celebrate my mother's birthday. In early spring and February, my hometown is green. The rice fields are full of green rape flowers, and the banks of the river are soft willows that have just turned green. Walking on a newly built country road, I feel so comfortable and magnanimous when the grass smells from the roadside.

But this year 1 24th, I went back to my hometown to celebrate my mother's birthday.

Mother often says that she is a bitter flower in spring and has a hard life. Only in spring will she feel a little glory of life. Speaking of my mother's life experience, it is really more bitter than the natural bitter flower. She was born in a remote mountain village in Chaling County, southeast Hunan. She was given away to a childless relative when she was four years old. That stepmother is mean to her. Not only does she have to do a lot of things every day, but her discipline is very strict, which makes her mother a timid person since she was a child. What is even more frightening is that when my mother was ten years old, her stepmother gave birth to a younger brother. Her fate can be imagined. She dropped out of primary school after only three years, and went home to help. My mother's real name is Luo, but she is in foster care at Tan's house. What is hateful is that my mother still has a vague concept of her own birth. According to Li's genealogy, my mother was born on February 24th, 1944, but later my mother kept saying it was wrong, because once my uncle told her that she should have been born on October 24th, 65438, and her birth year was not 1944, but earlier. My grandparents died a long time ago, my uncle's house is thousands of miles away, and there was no birth certificate at that time, so my mother's life is still a mystery, which is consistent with my mother's fate. But no matter which month she was born, her mother was born in spring anyway, because there is a word "spring" in her name. Like a bitter cauliflower, only spring has given her brilliant time. I think this is my mother's spring.

The mother who grew up in bitter water later had a younger brother, but it was followed by greater suffering. Because my brother was admitted to the university, he was assigned to a different place. Therefore, the mother is duty-bound to take on the obligation of "recruiting a husband and adopting a son" in that family, and the father living abroad married his mother in this way. But my father is a very cunning man. After giving birth to my sister, he took my grandfather's "father's life is difficult" as an excuse to quietly take my mother back to her hometown, but left my own sister in that family like a mother. My mother, who had nothing, started her life again with her father in a foreign dialect. I think, at the beginning, my mother was willing to endure hardships and follow my father, probably because she suffered a lot in the foster family. However, fate has not changed with the passage of time. After the mother left home alone, she gave birth to three children in succession. However, my father became a forestry worker because of the recruitment of the original work unit, and my mother could only stay in her rural hometown to raise her children. At that time, half of the households were actually poor households, and I knew what it was like when I was a child. Bitterness flows in the stem juice of bitter herbs, but the blooming flowers are bright and strong. I remember that our family was often short of food at that time, and my mother was still alive, leading us to pick wild vegetables and cook sweet potato rice on the mountain. Although my father was not at home for many years, she raised our brother by herself in spite of the wind and rain.

Everyone's greatest sorrow is that they will eventually get old, and a strong mother is no exception. The winter before last, the doctor diagnosed that the elderly and frail mother suffered from four diseases. After being hospitalized, my mother's health went from bad to worse, but she survived the cold winter. Today is my mother's birthday, because last year I went to my uncle's house in Chaling County, looked up Roche's genealogy and learned my mother's real date of birth. My mother is indeed on the 24th of the first month. Unexpectedly, my mother didn't let us give her a real birthday for 68 years! What a ridiculous human tragedy it is!

Although my mother has suffered a lot, unfortunately, my mother is the happiest in spring. Because in spring, even in cold Caicai, there will be a spring with a bright smile. In the hometown of spring, the rice fields in front of the door have quietly turned green, and the warm spring is flowing on both sides of the river. In that distant village, there is a bitter cauliflower on the ridge of the field. Her sufferings can be swallowed up by time, but her happiness can benefit the whole spring!

It seems that inadvertently, this little flower blooms all over the earth, fields, gullies and ridges, as long as it can. Even in the gap of slate street, there was a hurried footstep next to it.

"Bitter vegetables blossom, golden light shines, and flowers bloom to meet the sun ..."

I don't know when it was born, but memory begins with movies. This simple little flower has been blooming since the beginning of the war. I don't know when it became food for people to fill their stomachs. Memory begins with movies. This bitter little flower has been enjoyed by us since the war.

Bitter vegetables are also called goose dishes and rabbit dishes in our hometown, and in some places they are also called "poor vegetables" and "life-saving vegetables", which should be the most appropriate names given to them by people in those special times. Everything that is called a dish in the wild seems to be available for enjoyment. Bitter vegetables should be the best among wild vegetables, because it is not only fresh food for poultry in spring, but also known to have the effect of clearing heat and removing fire. Therefore, in the dry spring, bitter vegetables have become the first choice for many wild vegetables on the table of China people.

Bitter vegetables are very common, and even the way to eat them is very simple. We usually eat it raw here. If it is bitter, just dip it in some big sauce and it will be delicious and refreshing. You can also make tea to drink after drying, all year round. However, those who don't want to suffer are afraid that they won't enjoy it.

Of course, most wild vegetables have bitter taste, but is there more such liquid hidden in this bitter vegetable? If happiness is divided by ups and downs, bitter vegetables are obviously a sad role. However, even so, it will still "rise and fall with the wind", blend with the reincarnation of all the seasons, and finally bloom in the beautiful blue sky as a flower.

I seem to understand what "submit to humiliation" means. Looking at the dense yellow or white flowers blooming in silent Shan Ye, they read the secrets of spring and life. "Who says tea is bitter? It is as sweet as tea." And what about life? Isn't it also ups and downs, stumbling, stepping on bitterness all the way, step by step towards that "flower posture"?

So I like bitter vegetables not only because they are "delicious"? But also because of its simple but not vulgar, elegant but not enchanting, warm and unobtrusive quality. And no matter what the environment is, it is full of vitality and has its own stubbornness. It has not been forgotten by shovels in people's hands for many years, but when spring comes, it will still fill Shan Ye.

Perhaps I am tired of the vanity and cliche of today's society, or I am tired of the gaudiness and femininity of greenhouse flowers. Whenever I see wild flowers blooming on the roadside or in the mountains, I can't help but look sideways and give birth to a kind of reverence. In particular, bitter cauliflower gives us beauty and nutrition, as well as warm memories.

Spring has come, and the pace of Sophora alopecuroides' prose is light and magnificent. Plum smoked willow dyed, apricot white peach colourful, old Yan Xin returned, the grass color is far away. The man who changed his winter clothes hung his mouth and said, "It's really spring." Yes, it's spring flowers and autumn moon again, and it's the season that surprises the audience. Old memories are also green in the warm wind.

I especially liked spring when I was a child. In the warm and hush spring breeze, the children in the mountain village took off their heavy cotton-padded clothes, and their bodies were much smoother and their brains were better used. The children have another job: planing the rabbit's food, mainly looking for bitter vegetables, also called chicory and coriander. When shepherd's purse blooms, the bitter herbs in the field will grow new leaves, and rabbits who have been gnawing hay stalks all winter can finally enjoy fresh food.

After school in the afternoon, we finished the homework left by the teacher in the blink of an eye. When we have nothing to do, we can go crazy until dinner, but when the bitter vegetables turn green, diligent mothers will drive us out to dig rabbit food and prevent us from playing around. A man was carrying a basket and a small hoe. A group of children screamed like sparrows on the ground and walked to the ravine next to the village, with their mothers' unified task instructions in their ears: Don't come back if the basket is not satisfied!

Of course, I'm depressed if I can't play, but fortunately, all my partners are like this, and there is a lot less resentment. The common bitter vegetables in Shandong can be divided into big bitter vegetables and small bitter vegetables. The leaves of Sophora alopecuroides are fat and oval, elegant like a lady. Small bitter vegetable leaves are slender and feathery, and Xiaojiabiyu is delicate and delicate. Compared with two kinds of bitter vegetables, bitter vegetables are much more delicious. They all have yellow flowers. When the leaves are torn off, white juice will flow out. When it sticks to your hand, it will turn black. It is not easy to wash off. If you accidentally get it in your mouth, you will tremble with pain. You can't wait to take out your tongue and wash it. This is probably why it got its name.

Rabbits like this wild vegetable very much. I sent bitter vegetables to the rabbit's three mouths, and it grabbed them greedily. Afraid that I would go back on my word, my front teeth began to chew the beard at the corner of my mouth and squint. I didn't see the bad taste at all, but I enjoyed the big meal! In a short time, a big bitter herb was destroyed, and there was not even a bitter herb left. He moved his little nose straight into the basket. There is no cure for greedy samples.

Bitter vegetables grow on the banks of ditches in the ground, and also in spring, but not much. Sowthistle is one of the most diligent plants in spring. As soon as they feel the warmth of spring, they can't wait to squeeze out the withered grass and struggle out a green leaf. The children in the mountains have brisk legs and sneak around in the ditch on the mountain, and the baskets are almost full. The sun set in the west, the village was full of smoke, and we returned home in triumph.

Mother's orders sometimes can't be fulfilled. Once you go up the mountain, if you accidentally overdo it, for example, you are busy jumping grasshoppers for the winter, for example, you jumped over the dam in a competition, for example, you found eight shelves of cans in the oak forest ... In short, it is impossible to complete a basket full of tasks with fun. It's good to have a melon seed in your head to teach you the secrets. Pull down half a basket of hay shed in the basket and put a handful of bitter vegetables on it. At first glance, the basket is almost full, but this method is not commonly used. Smart mothers can often see through that rabbits will continue to beg if they are not full.

I just dare not feed shepherd's purse to rabbits. Although shepherd's purse is also a wild vegetable, mother must tell her children not to dig shepherd's purse home, saying that rabbits will die if they eat too much water and have loose bowels. Too serious to experiment? After all, rabbits were also an important property of the family at that time. If they die, the loss will be great. Sometimes I am lazy and don't want to be sarcastic, so my mother enlighten me: "Rabbits eat grass and grow up soon. When they grow up, they sell money, pay your tuition, change your clothes and give you candy. Tell me who you dug rabbit food for? " I will nod my head and say, "For me."

It's best to find bitter vegetables when they bloom. When they first bloom, everything in Huang Cancan looks like gold. Mr Jiang Yang praised shepherd's purse as a peony, which is of great significance. For bitter vegetables, flowering is an important thing, but it is also a dangerous thing. At first, we were looking for them. They provoke us as soon as they bloom.

Bitter vegetables have the functions of clearing away heat and toxic materials, cooling blood and stopping dysentery. People have been eating them for more than 2000 years, and they are often used as herbs. It is said that the Red Army's Long March often used bitter vegetables to satisfy hunger, which was later called "life-saving vegetables" and "Long March vegetables". But people in my hometown don't eat, they only feed livestock. We pick it year after year, and bitter vegetables come out year after year. It takes root and leaves roots, and we can grow new ones. It has a humble life, but it is extremely tenacious, just like my folks have been digging in the soil for generations.

It's spring in March again. Goodbye, bitter cabbage flower. The scenery in my hometown remains the same, but there are no children running around the mountains. Almost all the young people have settled outside, so it is difficult to find children in the village. Only three or two families in the village still keep rabbits, which is leisure and they don't expect to change money.

In the middle of nowhere, clusters of golden sowthistle flowers, no matter how hard I try, can be elegant and deeply imprinted in my childhood memory. Bitter vegetables supported my parents' hearts and gave me a happy childhood.

I grew up in the countryside and have a unique knowledge and understanding of bitter flowers. Perhaps each of us is not surprised, we all know the bitter flower, or we have all tasted the bitter taste of the bitter flower.

In my life, I always go to fields and roads, between mountains and forests, walking, hiking, enjoying the scenery and working. All kinds of wild flowers can be seen everywhere, colorful, competing with each other, shining brilliantly and fascinating. I always tease them silently, but I pay special attention to that bitter flower. I squatted down and carefully touched the golden flower of bitter flower, and a sense of intimacy and aftertaste came to my mind.

I obediently uprooted, a complete bitter flower, emitting a strong original flavor, I stared at the bitter flower in my hand, which fascinated me and worried me.

I remember when I was a child, I couldn't sleep for long every night. My mother always sings the song "Bitter Flower" in my ear, and I am fascinated by it. Unconsciously, I fell into a sweet sleep in a lullaby of Bitter Flowers until dawn. In the following days, I don't know how many nights I spent in a song like "Kucaihua", and I grew up gradually.

As long as I can remember, my father often told us about the years when I ate bark and dug wild vegetables in the hard and difficult times, which left a deep impression on me and taught me words and deeds that I can't change all my life.

When I was a teenager, the movie "Bitter Flower" was black and white. I watched it several times. The characters in the film met the truth and the story made people cry. This is an old film worth remembering.

In my past experience, I talked about bitter vegetables, and I had a similar experience. In the past, every time my mother worked in the fields, she would always pick some bitter rapeseed and cook potherb porridge for us with soybeans in it. We ate yellow flour dry food and drank vegetable porridge, which is really hard to forget.

Now that decades have passed, this experience of eating wild vegetables is gone, and it is gradually not mentioned at any time. However, the sowthistle flowers everywhere have lost their edible value. They can only grow freely in calm land, take root, sprout, blossom and bear fruit, and keep its golden aura forever, which has inspired and recalled people!

Look at the bitter cauliflower in my hand. It's so tender and gorgeous that I can't bear to throw it away. I hold it firmly in my hand, and I am interested in going home. Then I sing:

Bitter vegetables bloom with golden light, and flowers bloom to welcome the sun.

The suffering people make revolution with guns and always follow the * * * production party.

When I got home, I quickly put this bitter cauliflower in a water cup and put it in the most conspicuous place in the study, which immediately added embellishment to the whole room and gave me some sense of relief and confidence!

In late autumn, the Hetao is yellow, fat and green, and the harvest is full of laughter.

At the proposal of Yang Refei, the former vice chairman of the Ba Meng Federation of Literary and Art Circles and a poet, several colleagues from the League newspaper and I drove straight to Yongyue, Sandaoqiao Town, Hangjinhouqi, knocking out Chai Men of the "Kucaihua" poetry club.

Look at this group of uninvited guests, dogs bark, chickens crow and rabbits run!

Yue Yuzhu, Pan Fachun and Mr. Wang, members of the poetry club, arrived at the news.

Liu Wenzhong, in her forties, has been a private teacher for twenty years. His face is full of rustic laughter. He just scraped beets from the soil and came back from the ground. He is busy going to Yongyue Primary School to exercise his small authority as a teaching director. Yue Yuzhu, Pan Fachun and Teacher Wang all teach in Qi No.3 Middle School where the town is located, but their feet never leave the dirt and roads in the countryside.

Dishes of pickles and glasses of fresh water wine; Bitter vegetables are not bitter, and a joke shakes the earthen house. Liu Wenzhong put two big hands on his lap and said, "Since the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, farmers have become rich, but their spiritual life is insufficient! In xx, several literary lovers met and the' Kucaihua' poetry club was born. We use other people's time to drink soju and play mahjong to write poems, scripts and novels ... "

It is so simple to set up a poetry club, but it has caused a thought-provoking sound-in the rural areas where the reform is gradually deepening, farmers are eager for spiritual food! It is a sacred mission and a love of literature, bringing together more than a dozen farmers, teachers and grassroots cadres. Like local bitter vegetables with strong vitality, they create, carve, spend money, post and survive tenaciously. In addition, the monthly report is changed from two editions to eight editions from time to time. By the end of June 199 1, the poem "Bitter Cabbage Flower" had been published 5 1, and more than 800 poems of all kinds had been published, which were adopted by nearly 100 newspapers and periodicals in and outside the region. ...

Talking and laughing, Yue Yuzhu solemnly and proudly held out the 5 1 issue of the bound edition of Kucaihua. Strong local flavor, persistent love of villagers, not catching up with the new trend, not persistent elegance, a bitter flower fragrance with fresh taste in bitterness and fragrance in bitterness, comes to my face! Peasant poets swim in love and expect in meditation. They set foot on the barren land to develop, and they grew up in the Millennium ... Once upon a time, the literary societies that mushroomed in Bameng and other places disappeared one by one with the frequency shift of time series, and only the "Kucaihua" poetry society stood out, and the red apricots were out of the wall. They are good teachers, good at farming and hard at writing. However, they are not the vanguard of socialist spiritual civilization construction!

It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and we can't go on with emotion. A series of "wow, here we go again" surprised a group of sparrows. I looked at this field as rich as other rural areas in Hetao, and suddenly I had a whim. Next time I come, maybe I'll release some eagles from this bunch of bitter herbs!