On the mountain, picking bamboo shoots and writing essays.

A house girl stays at home every day. The outside world is more exciting and interesting than the world in the poem. How can you get inspiration for writing without going out?

Here in Fuding, it has been raining recently, and April is the rainy season. I hate rainy days. I'm wet. Even I am sitting in front of the computer. I'm going to get moldy. There is no sunshine. Not the same smell.

This morning, it was still light rain. I had breakfast and watched the rain. It kept raining. Tick-tock is very rhythmic, and it is in the rain. I suggested at the dinner table that after lunch, we go to the mountain to pick bamboo shoots. It has been raining these days, and small bamboo shoots should grow rapidly and in large numbers. My wife's mother and sister agreed, and even my wife agreed, because I wouldn't have to sit in front of the computer all the time and go out for fun and exercise.

After lunch, my aunt asked me to put on a bad set, take a clean set, go to the mountains to pick bamboo shoots, and wait until it was wet. I changed my pajamas and put on those black pants that look like Harlan. There are two holes in my knee, which makes me feel fashionable. Ha ha laugh ... I found another black and white long sleeve to wear. Oh, I ran to the mirror and turned around. How cool! He whistled and went downstairs with his hands in his pockets. He looked at it and said, what are these broken pants? They are so ugly. I was so ashamed that I almost took it off.

Aunt's bag contains sickles, big bags, clothes and trousers, and three cans of Hui Quan beer instead of tea. I took a cloth hat, which is also in a broken fashion. It's my lover's favorite. Just put on a ponytail, and the bangs in front are all tied up. I'm wearing a hat, which is cool. My sister and I rode Yan's motorcycle, and then my aunt walked on two legs. My ponytail floats in the wind and sticks to my sister's face from time to time. She is disabled and mute. I can't open my mouth and say that my hair pricked her. I just patted my shoulder and pulled my ponytail. I see.

A straight road, I feel that this road is a bit short, and riding with the wind feels very comfortable. The unique mood opens up happy memories and regains the wind. ...

Got off the bus, confessed a few angry words and said goodbye. I followed my sister's footsteps and embarked on the road back to my hometown. All the way up the mountain, I crawled helplessly, feeling that the road was so long that I couldn't see the end ... My sister went straight ahead and rushed up without a rest. I look stupid. My budding age can't compare with when she had a lot of children. Shame. Halfway through, my legs are sore, my back hurts, my brain is dizzy, and I can't breathe ... I can't bear more harm than an old man.

What a struggle! Finally I reached the straight road, but it was so muddy that I forgot that it had been raining for several days. I sweat like rain on this slope, and I can't feel the fresh breath after the rain. My sister saw bamboo shoots, but there were many grass thorns under the road, and the shape and thorns could not be distinguished. Bamboo shoots grew in it, and then I picked a lot, so I rushed straight ahead and looked home. Tired! At home, the old-fashioned tile house still smells like decades ago. Unfortunately, after decades of destruction, it was smashed and its image was destroyed, but the old one remained unchanged. Sitting against the wall, wheezing hasn't changed "breathing"

Looking at my smiling sister holding some bamboo shoots in the distance, I don't feel so tired. Because of self-esteem, we should always compare ourselves with others, with the strong and the weak, and with everything. I jumped over to pick it up. It looks good. It is dressed in leopard print and has a few small beards on its head. People call it flower bamboo shoots. I looked at it and giggled. The younger brother of the romantic ghost, playboy, haha ...

"giggle" is so funny. Tell me, what's the point of smirking? I am speechless, not that I don't say it, but that I will be laughed silly if I say it. I restrained my smirk and pretended to be smart and stupid. I did some work in my hometown and everything was in good order. Set out:

Oh, my God has climbed the small slope again. Really, if you don't pick bamboo shoots, you will be exhausted. As I crawled, I muttered something to myself at the moment when I was panting. Aunt, in the back, I am in the middle, and my sister is in the front, like this. The order has not changed. Walking, I saw a group of old friends picking tea, saying hello, asking where to go and continuing to be busy. This mountain is rich in white tea, and Fuding white tea is very famous.

It's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and it's really a word to "wade through mountains and rivers" when encountering mountains and soaking in water!

Surrounded by mountains, bamboo, flowers and trees, there are many stony streams. On the road, look down, it's called a green. I suddenly had a brainwave and made a riddle for you to guess: wear green clothes, live in the mountains, see you in spring and winter, and have everything. Guess. Aunt said, you can eat grass. I was wrong. You will know later!

There is bamboo in front, and there must be many bamboo shoots below. Do you think someone picked it? They are all so tall. I think it's true. My sister pointed to the tea farm here, and I nodded. We went with her. Below, I put on my gloves, put them on my hands and looked at myself. God, tomboy, that's great. I touched it in my pocket, cried and forgot to bring my mobile phone, otherwise I would have photographed this cool image and uploaded it to the "talent house" network. I saw my sister and aunt wearing only one glove, and it was on their left hand. While I was wondering, my sister picked up the sickle in her right hand and I patted my forehead. That's what happened.

They suddenly walked into the unbearable place where trees, bamboo and thorns alternated, and I had to go in. Not only that, there are many mosquitoes in it, and I was called my parents by them. This bamboo shoot, this flower heart, does not grow together, there are long ones, there are branches here, the difference is uneven, there are high and low. The love of bamboo, grass and rattan is mixed up if you are not careful. I just went in once and didn't pick a few bamboo shoots, so I was tossed. Especially the level of their intersection, we can't walk straight in, so we have to squat and move forward. My aunt asked me to help my sister with her bag. She walked in front, and I was very tired at the back, so it was difficult to walk. She was still carrying a burden. Squat forward, knees struggling. Anyway, my clothes are wet and my pants are dirty. I just walked on my stomach and jumped up and down like a monkey picking peaches. When you see bamboo shoots, don't stop, give up the bag, grab the bamboo with both hands and stick it out. The weight of your body and limbs rises, and you kneel down. The mud on your knee is evidence. I took it off, put it in a bag, grabbed the bamboo and slipped down. My elder sister saw it, pointed at me, smiled and shook her head, meaning a child. I came to play, but I'm tired of playing. I always shuttle between bamboo forests and thorns, and there are thousands of poor mosquitoes flying around. It's really a headache

A place, a place, never let go, but thorns are untouchable, accidentally caught by gloves, stabbed. People should also abide by their duties. Oh, my god. In the process of confusion, I want to play computer at home, watch movies and go out to learn how to pick bamboo shoots. Also, I whispered to myself to go home and write a story about picking bamboo shoots. Later, I was really exhausted and even had no strength to breathe. I have nothing to look for. Aunt, smiled and said, "I advised you not to come home. You said it would be fun, that's all." I had no strength, so I lay on the dry land and made out with mosquitoes, just to lose weight and donate blood. My aunt asked me to rest there, and they picked it again. I didn't even choose. I just sat in the field, accompanied by mosquitoes, pulling up the skin of bamboo shoots. I smiled again. Flower heart bamboo shoots, I left you naked in my hands. Ha ha laugh ...

It's getting late and the afterglow of the sunset is gone. I don't know what time it is. We moved bamboo shoots to the mountain road and distributed them. I repeated it. Even the train has gone back and forth twice, and I haven't finished moving. Many of them are heavy. When I finished moving, I was already very thirsty. I picked up Huiquan and pulled it around, and a lot of bubbles came out. I took a deep breath and snorted a can of air. Then, I hummed a song that was completely out of tune, and my aunt bent over with laughter. I don't care, I sing loudly. ...

On the way back, my aunt picked a bamboo shoot, my sister picked two bags of bamboo shoots, and I held the peeled bamboo shoots. I am relaxed and my sister makes us laugh. The straw that tied the bag was broken twice. The stick may have hit her head. She kept pointing at her head, and my aunt and I kept laughing. Our laughter spread all over the mountain area.

I've been thinking that I didn't give my lover's mother a present today. Laughing and laughing all the way is the best gift.

When I got home and ate, I said the answer to the impromptu riddle: bamboo shoots.