Yu Qianer's Memory Prose

In the north, besides poplars, elms are the most common. There are several old elms in front of my hometown, which have been sheltered from the wind and rain for decades.

When the first spring breeze awakens the sleeping earth, the affectionate spring rain moistens the seedlings just unearthed from the drum. At the beginning of spring ploughing, the poplars all over the mountain were green, the slender willows bent down with laughter, and the old elm trees that had just taken out tender leaves also had tender yellow flowers, which was Angela Yu Chien's son. Yucaier is a leaf of elm, which looks like copper coins. The homonym is called Yu Qian Er, which means "Yu Qian".

Every spring, elm money will be full of elm branches and crowded. Pale yellow, light green, transparent as jasper, wrapped in dew, facing the sun, the huge crown and emerald leaves can not only bring shade, but also block the wind and rain and prevent the invasion of sandstorms.

"Dong Gu Niu Niu, Xi Jiawa, picked up Yu Qian to play house, string by string, handfuls. When I was a child, I also picked more than ... and I can't forget it once I tasted it ... "Cheng Lin's beautiful song Before Picking Jade reminded me of too many childhood memories.

Yucaier grows layer by layer. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the flower of elm, and its green color makes people fondle it. Elm money hangs on the branches layer by layer, wrapped in dense leaves. Anxious children put them in their mouths and chew them carefully. Sweetness stimulates taste buds. Spring is a good time. Elms covered with elms hook the children's souls and lead greedy bugs out of their stomachs. Facing the wind and dew, Angela Yu Chien provoked some naughty friends to step on their shoulders and climb the elm tree to pick them. I still remember that the naughty boy in the village climbed the tree to pick elm money. Willy-nilly, he broke the elm fork, carried it on his shoulder and ran into the village camp while eating. Once, climbing a tree accidentally scratched his crotch, revealing a white fat ass. When he got home, he was beaten by his mother. He still has a runny nose and tears streaming down his face, and Yu Qianer is reluctant to spit it out.

Yucai is delicious, and when you are hungry, it becomes a snack. My neighbor's aunt said it was life-saving food. When the green and yellow flowers are not picked, my aunt picks them one by one and puts them in a basin. After washing them carefully, she lit the stove, put a small amount of soybean oil, heated them, put chopped green onion, sauté ed them in the pot, and added water and salt to make the stove burn brightly. Soon, a fragrance emerged from the pot. Aunt moved quickly, scooped up a bowl of white flour, stirred up small bumps with water, and poured the soup into the pot along the edge of the pot. After boiling, she opened a few mouthfuls to cook the soup. Aunt always holds a bowl full, smiles and brings it to me, and gently says, "Eat, be hungry, sit down and eat slowly, there is more in the pot!" " "At this time, I smelled oily soup and rushed straight into my nostrils, making my stomach drum, and my eyes were so greedy that I wanted to eat it all at once with a bowl. Ingenious aunt, she can also cook Yucai rice, bake Yucai chopped green onion cakes and steam Yucai Wowotou. Although there is not much meat, she eats so sweetly.

There are too many memories about Yu Qianer, too profound. I remember one year, there was a pest, and almost all the elms around the village died. When Yucai is mature in spring, it is full of holes and can't be eaten at all. The children looked eagerly at the elm tree and couldn't climb it. The adults sighed bitterly when they looked at the elm tree. The delicious elm can't fill their stomachs or satisfy their thirst.

The tree is dead, Yucai can't eat it! People passing under the elm trees sighed. The pest is getting worse and worse, and the elm is dying. In order to save the tree, the fresh elm can no longer be eaten by spraying pesticides artificially. This day didn't go according to people's wishes. Just when people were expecting the elm to come back to life, a heavy rain poured down again, destroying the branches and vines of the old elm crazily, and the wind blew away all the money on the ground, which was worrying.

It was sunny after the rain, but a miracle happened. The old elm tree is alive again, the withered branches are sprouting, the leaves chewed by pests are growing green leaves, and the crown of the tree is beginning to plump up. In hot summer, young people and old people gather under the elm trees to enjoy the cool. Although elm money can't be eaten, the lucky tree is alive and there is hope for next year. The elm trees that have experienced the wind and rain are full of vitality, and the lush crown is sheltered from the wind and rain, waiting at the entrance of the village.

In the spring season, Yu Qianer of my hometown climbed the green branches again, overlapping layers, hooking my soul. I think my aunt with white hair will make it sweet and delicious, and then she will bring me a bowl full of smiles! The old elm tree at the entrance of the village, after decades of countless storms, is still waiting for smaller and smaller villages to stand as an eternal landscape. Yu Qian's fragrant spring scenery reminds me of endless homesickness and missing. Isn't the old elm tree's strong will to fight against fate the same as human life?