Delicious reading topics in childhood

When we were young, we seldom saw melons, fruits, pears and peaches in the fields, and we seldom ate popsicle candy in a year, but we could also find the natural delicacies endowed by nature at that time.

Since I was six or seven years old, I have been collecting firewood with my friends every day. After running into the ground, we are like flying birds. We ate a lot of game while collecting firewood.

At that time, there was a herb called wild eggplant in the field. That big tree is more than half a meter high, with oval leaves and seven or eight or a dozen fruits. Every fruit is covered with seeds and juice. It is turquoise when immature and purplish red when mature. Mature wild eggplant is sweet and fragrant with delicious juice. This is our favorite natural fruit. When mowing the grass, any child will be overjoyed if he finds such a wild eggplant. If he gets the treasure, he will insist on calling his friends and let them share this rare delicacy. The children are surrounded by wild eggplant. You hum and I hum. After kneading, I carefully tasted it until my lips turned black.

If we weed in corn fields or sorghum fields, sometimes we will find some seedless corn or sorghum stalks, which are called gun stalks by adults. Because it does not bear seeds, all the nutrients are stored in the straw, which makes this straw much sweeter than others. We call it a sweet stick. Sweet stick is the most disgusting and headache for adults, but it is the favorite of children. We were equally surprised when we met such a sweet stick. We broke it from the root, stripped off the leaf sheath and exposed the attractive green stem. Then we greedily tear open the epidermis with our mouths and suck the juice inside until our mouths are full of saliva, and the sweet stick becomes a pile of sweet stick residue. In those days when sugarcane and juice could not be bought, sweet stick juice was undoubtedly the best drink for children. So, there are piles of sweet sticks chewed by children in the field.

Around cemeteries and orchards, you can sometimes see a wild tree that can be grafted with pear trees, called Dushu. Although nobody cares, it grows vigorously. The fruit it bears is called Du pear, which is round, such as the size of a little finger belly, in groups of three or five, dotted among the branches and leaves of Du tree. Because there are thorns on the branches of the single tree, children can't go up to the tree to pick it, but at that time, we found sorghum stalks or bamboo poles and tied a wire hook at one end, so we could successfully hook groups of Li Du. The newly picked pears are sour and astringent. You can't spit out your tongue after eating one. We separate them from each other, or take them home and cover them in the cupboard, or simply wrap them in DuDu leaves, dig a hole in the wheat straw pile, and sing children's songs while stuffing them: the wheat straw pile is big and round, covered with pears and sweet on the face. When they are taken out again in a few days, these chubby little things have a strong fruit flavor, sweet with black hair and yellow hair, just like the taste of melons sold in the market, sweet and delicious, soft and waxy.

When it comes to childhood delicacies, you can't help burning sweet potatoes. But most sweet potatoes are stolen from sweet potato fields, and the burning of sweet potatoes can only be carried out secretly. At that time, the production captain or the night watchman saw it and often chased us to lose our armor and fled in the fields. But the smell of burning sweet potatoes always tempts us and makes us take risks again and again. When we are tired or hungry from mowing the grass, as long as our little friends wink at us, we will feel the same way. Some of us are responsible for picking sweet potatoes in sweet potato fields, some are responsible for finding firewood, and some are responsible for making stoves. For the same purpose, everyone moved towards different goals with excitement. Picking sweet potatoes should be bold, cautious, flexible and fast. While bending down to quickly find the arched mushrooms in the sweet potato field (mushrooms refer to the big sweet potatoes below), you should look around nervously and be ready to be found and escape. The base furnace is selected in the hidden place next to the slope bottom ditch. Find some big clods, build a pyramid-shaped kiln, leave a good oven door, seal the top, select some small clods, fill the gaps in the kiln, and then light firewood in the kiln. When the tukela is about to burn red, put the stolen sweet potatoes into the earthen kiln and step on the earthen kiln with your feet until the earthen kiln completely buries the sweet potatoes to ensure that the hot air inside is not leaked. In a short time, the earthen kiln was torn open, and the smell of cooked sweet potatoes immediately floated inside. Dig out the sweet and soft sweet potato, with a strong earthy smell and barbecue smell, uncover the black and charred skin, and reveal the steaming and fragrant sweet potato pulp. The children each took one, blew the hot air from the hot mouth on the sweet potato and sizzled. Until now, the sweet taste of burning sweet potato still permeates my heart all the time, making people drool. I don't think it's possible for children to find this feeling anymore.

One hundred people have a hundred kinds of childhood, but one thing is the same, that is, the time at that time was carefree, sweet and happy. At that time, the food obtained from work and games was the best delicious food in the world, especially when people went to enjoy it in middle age.

(From Cultural World, No.6, 2008)

1. What childhood foods did this article write? What impressed you the most? Why?

2. How does the article introduce wild eggplant? Refer to the writing of the article, please introduce a kind of fruit you like.

3. The following three groups of sentences come from two articles published by the author. Observe where the author made the changes and compare their different effects.

Since I was six or seven years old, I have been collecting firewood with my friends every day. After running into the ground, we are like flying birds.

(2) Since I was six or seven years old, I have been collecting firewood with my friends every day. After jumping into the ground, we are like flying birds.

(3) Because there are thorns on the branches of a single tree, children generally can't go up the tree to pick it. But at that time, we found sorghum stalks or bamboo poles and tied a wire hook at one end, so we could successfully hook groups of Li Du.

(4) Because there are thorns on the branches of eucalyptus trees, children generally can't go up the trees to pick them, but at that time, children were as hungry as wolves, and as long as there was the temptation of food, their intelligence would be greatly stimulated. We found sorghum stalks or bamboo poles and tied a wire hook at one end, so we could successfully hook off groups of pears.

⑤ After a while, the earthen kiln was opened, and the smell of cooked sweet potatoes immediately came from it. Dig out the sweet and soft sweet potato, with a strong earthy smell and barbecue smell, uncover the black and charred skin, and reveal the steaming and fragrant sweet potato pulp. The children each took one, blew the hot air from the hot mouth on the sweet potato and sizzled.

⑥ After a while, the earthen kiln was opened, and the aroma of cooked sweet potato immediately drifted out from it. Dig out the sweet and soft sweet potato, with a strong earthy smell and barbecue smell, uncover the dark and burnt skin, and expose the steaming and fragrant sweet potato pulp. Each of us holds one, and you look at me, and I look at you, blowing the hot air of the hot mouth on the sweet potato and sizzling.

4. In your memory, is there any similar childhood food that makes you remember deeply? Please give an example, why do these things make you unforgettable?

5. When writing about burning sweet potatoes, the article wrote that most sweet potatoes were stolen from sweet potato fields. What do you think of stealing?