Dig wild vegetables and mushrooms, plant trees and grass in your hometown to express homesickness.

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Twain/Cui Changyun

Whenever I am free, I like to travel on the edge of the city, feel the breath of nature, and feel the grass and trees in the field. Although the vegetation anywhere is not as kind as my hometown, at least I can give my love to the scenery and exchange the sky with my hometown.

I was born in the northern mountainous area of Zhuanghe, a native of the mountain. As the saying goes, "relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to draft", being close to mountains means being close to vegetation. Every time I go back to my hometown, I will travel all over the fields and Shan Ye when I was a child, grazing my soul heartily, feeling the trees and grass in my hometown and the memories related to them.

"In April, the world is beautiful everywhere, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple." Every April, when all kinds of flowers and trees planted artificially in the city change from colorful flowers to green trees after a short period of enthusiasm, my hometown is in the midst of apricot clouds and pear blossoms. At this time, the fields and hills have just turned green. All kinds of wild vegetables have sprouted in crops mixed with dung. On the ridge, on the ridge, in the furrow, this pile, that cluster, like a mosaic of small floral quilt cover, is both warm and eye-catching. Whenever this season, I look forward to returning to my hometown and digging wild vegetables on the earth. Shepherd's purse Shepherd's purse, an edible wild vegetable with roots and leaves, was used to fry potato chips or wrap tortillas in April, which is one of the delicacies in my childhood memory.

Quma cuisine, bitter vein cuisine, bitter woman, horsetooth cuisine, wheel cuisine, sweet bone, etc. They are all excellent pickles. They are refreshing and healthy, and most of them have the effect of clearing away heat and toxic materials. They were necessary pickles on grandma's spring dinner table when she was a child. Speaking of wild vegetables, we can't help looking up the mountain, where there are many kinds. Up to now, I can identify many kinds of wild vegetables, such as hawthorn, pepper, bracken, pheasant arm, flower tip, Hericium erinaceus, long-headed handle, Achyranthes bidentata, apricot leaf vegetable, celery and so on. Among them, hawthorn is the most common one, with refreshing taste and no peculiar smell. It is the best product for dipping sauce and making steamed buns. When I was a child, I often went to the mountains with a bamboo basket on my back during holidays, saying that it was to stroke wild vegetables, but it was actually a trip. When you are thirsty, you can row mountains and rivers in gaps or where there are few trees. This mountain and river is a juicy and slightly acidic plant, which is very thirst-quenching. Most of the morning, we can fill a big basket of wild vegetables, and we won't go down the mountain when it is full, because there are flowers (azaleas) waiting for us at the top of the mountain. More importantly, you can see the world beyond the mountain from the top of the mountain.

In addition, mulberry leaves, buds and Toona sinensis leaves are rare green and healthy foods. No matter what season, as long as I go back to my hometown, my mother can take out chilled wild vegetables from the refrigerator to entertain me, and I will take some with me when I leave, because my fellow villagers and friends from afar can wait for this rare thing!

In the streets and alleys of Zhuanghe, almost every restaurant can see the delicious stewed mushrooms with big bone chicken, which is also a necessary dish for Zhuanghe farmers to entertain guests. Speaking of mushrooms, I'm too excited to tell you anything interesting about picking mushrooms. Every year at the end of July and the beginning of August, I have a high-temperature holiday at work, and I can't restrain my inner joy, because this is the mushroom picking season in my hometown. After a rain, the mountain is still foggy. Before the sun dried the earth, I couldn't wait to be fully armed and set foot on the flowing water of the mountain stream.

Picking mushrooms is a test of eyesight and patience. When I first came to the mountain, I felt that there were no mushrooms. When you see one in the bushes and haystacks, you will see the second, because your eyes are adapted to the light of the forest. Good eyesight alone does not guarantee that mushrooms can be picked. For the children in the mountains, for the understanding of the mountains, they certainly know when and in what jungle environment, what mushrooms can be picked.

Leg mushroom, a fungus adapted to various jungle environments, is called thigh because its legs are thicker than other mushrooms. Its skin is delicate and smooth, but its legs are similar to meat. There are many kinds of thigh mushrooms, including yellow thighs and oily thighs, each of which is rare and delicious.

Mushrooms with chicken legs are slender and hollow, and the cover stretches smoothly after opening, just like an open pocket oil-paper umbrella. It is a good material for cooking and making mushroom sauce.

Flammulina velutipes grows in sandy soil with good light and bad growth environment, so it is rare. Once they meet, it is a small clump, and the Wan Ru girl has a yellow headdress on her temple. Mushrooms are not only varied, but also varied in color. There are also green duck eggs, red seedlings, black honeycomb mushrooms, and other nameless mixed mushrooms. This kind of mushroom is suitable for drying into dried mushrooms and preserving stewed chicken. It tastes pure and fragrant.

Last autumn, when the climate was slightly dry, on the mountain, under the shade of fertile soil and dense leaves, it was the world of hazel mushrooms and pine umbrellas. If you choose the right place, you won't have to move, and you will surely return home with a full load. Poisonous mushrooms are generally gorgeous in appearance and brightly colored. I only know old stars and bitter thighs. Speaking of this bitter thigh, I had an interesting experience. One summer vacation in junior high school, several classmates and I went to the mountains to pick mushrooms. In a valley with dense vegetation, we found the fairy tale kingdom. Leg-big mushrooms, standing quietly in the grass waiting for us. The leg of that mushroom is knee-high and the lid is as big as a small rice bowl. We were very excited and cheered with joy. We quickly invited the miscellaneous mushrooms out of the basket, filled the bamboo basket with these unexpected gains, even wrapped them in our clothes and even bags, and ran down the mountain with full trophies. When we get home, disappointment is inevitable. From then on, I knew that there was a poisonous mushroom complaining about its thigh.

There is an old saying in my hometown called "hazelnut in July, walnut in August". It means that July is the time to pick hazelnuts and August is the time to pick walnuts. Hazelnut trees generally grow in rocky places and sandy soil near the top of the mountain, while walnut trees grow in fertile soil with sunny lee and gentle slopes in mountainous areas. Therefore, picking hazelnuts and walnuts on the mountain is a hard work. Nevertheless, when I was a child, I went to the depths of the mountains with my friends in the same village carrying flour bags and woven bags. Drink cool mountain spring water when you are thirsty. When you catch up with Shan Yu, you will hide in a cave to avoid the rain. Thrilling, the final harvest is certain. Pine seeds grow on Korean pine trees. There is a large area of Korean pine forest in Xianrendong area, but it is rare near my home. There is a small piece in the back of my house. Because red pine trees are tall and straight, it is difficult to pick pine seeds, so they can only wait for pine seeds to mature in windy weather. Nowadays, all kinds of hazelnuts, walnuts and pine nuts sold all the year round in dried fruit shops in the streets and alleys, no matter how expensive, can't taste the taste of their hometown or the taste of their childhood.

Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, the rice in the mountain village was fragrant and fruitful. At this time, wild grapes, wild dates and mountain scorpions have shown attractive luster. If at this time, you can go through the thorns and come to the mountain, you can enjoy it and taste the most mellow fruit. Picking wild pears and chestnuts in the mountains was something I used to do when I was a child. After a brisk mountain breeze, golden sweet potato pears were hung under the big pear tree, and the fragrance was fragrant. I often think of picking them up in a basket because I can't move. Picking chestnuts is a technical job, and you can't do it without some effort. First, a "rabbit riding an eagle" and then a "golden cicada" will not be hit on the head by a "hedgehog". You can clean the battlefield after a set of actions.

At this time, looking at the foot of the mountain, in the farmhouse and on the terraced fields, it is already the fragrance of melons and fruits. Apple Guoguang, an old brand, is the earliest specialty in my hometown, with pure color and taste, good yield and easy preservation. In recent years, the red Fuji in Yantai and Aksu apples in Xinjiang have been highly praised in various cities in the province. In my opinion, they are slightly inferior to Guoguang in my hometown. Only in recent years, people pay attention to the development of planting such as strawberries, blueberries and grapes, and it is difficult to trace back to the old taste of Guoguang. Time goes by, and it can't be traced back to the feeling of occupying uncle corn stalk shack with a few friends and squeezing into a quilt. At that night, the stars and the moon shone brightly on the harvested crops and the fruitful Daqing Mountain. There is a chill in the air, the rustle of insects singing and the sporadic barking of dogs in the village. We talk about life. With the deepening of autumn, the mountains become more and more charming. 100,000 green hills have been dyed like an ink painting.

There are countless flowers and trees in my hometown, and the road is endless. Every tree is a story, a life. The mountains are silent and the vegetation is affectionate. Her mind is to acquiesce in the gradual aging of a village, and also to warm those who leave her arms at any time and come back or not. The plants in my hometown grow in spring, but they don't get old. Our blood will also flow in the layers of spring mud she has turned into!