Recalling the prose of picking wild fruits in the mountains when I was a child.

The most unforgettable thing for people is childhood. Childhood is innocent, romantic and carefree, and it is the best time in a person's life.

I grew up in a small village in Liaoning. The village is small, with more than 300 families. They mainly live by farming. This village belongs to hilly area, with mountains on one side. Most of the land in the village is plain, so the villagers are not too poor and can eat and wear.

I am an old girl at home. Because my parents were older when I was born, my health was naturally worse than others. Of course, my parents love me very much, and my brothers and sisters protect me. I am more delicate than other children. Although the family was very difficult at that time, I was not wronged. My parents tried their best to make me eat and dress well, so my childhood was happy.

Because my parents are old and my sister gets married early, some housework falls on me. I remember learning to knit socks from my uncle's second cousin (she is good at knitting) when I was 6 years old. At first, I couldn't lift my toes or turn my heels, so I knitted a square to make it really straight down. My aunt laughed at me. I can knit real socks. I have to knit at least 8 pairs of socks in a winter./kloc-I knitted my first sweater when I was 0/2 years old, although it looked a little ugly. I am proud to see the sweater is beautiful (because there are not many people who can knit sweaters in our village), and it looks good to wear. This sweater has gone through primary school, junior high school and senior high school. With the growth of age, the sweater is getting shorter and older, and the original bright color has faded, but I have not lost my love for it!

At that time, people made their own shoes. I remember I could make shoes when I was 0/3 years old. Actually, making a pair of shoes is very troublesome. There are many programs. First, you have to beat the cloth, and then twist it according to the pattern of the shoes. After that, there will be a foundation. After the foundation is dry, you need to use hemp rope or string to collect the foundation, so that a pair of shoes is finished. After that, I have to do some help, wear shoes, and a pair of shoes is complete. After that, there was not so much trouble. I use plastic soles instead. I remember I made a pair of shoes one Sunday, and I can wear my new shoes to school beautifully on Monday.

In those days, quilts were not quilts, only educated people had quilts, but ordinary people didn't. Therefore, summer should be chosen every year, especially in dog days (when the tide ebbs in dog days, oil stains are easy to wash). In order to be more durable, the quilt cover and quilt cover should be pulped with thick rice soup, dried, folded on a smooth stone and beaten with a mallet until smooth. (article reading network: www.sanwen.net)

Although childhood is bitter, it is very happy. I still can't forget it. In spring, my friends and I go to the fields to dig big heads (wild garlic) and eat bitter vegetables. There is nothing to eat, so we dig sauerkraut roots in the ground and chew it, but it is also delicious: after the rain clears in summer, we go to the front hill to pick mushrooms, land, eggs, wild fruits, and sometimes pick up a nest of birds. In the evening, adults set off fireworks to repel mosquitoes and chat together, and friends were not idle. Everyone plays hide-and-seek or chicken hunting. In autumn, we go to the ravine to pick wild dates and nails, and eat in the dark. In winter, we play skating and make snowmen, not to mention.

When we were young, we played more games than now, which was much more interesting. I remember playing house when I was a child (because I was a girl). When I say play house, I mean smashing bricks and glass dregs into bigger dregs, that is, vegetables. It is very interesting to invite my friends home. There are also five tigers, suppressing turtles, playing the horn, kicking shuttlecock, jumping rubber bands, kicking pockets, jumping houses and playing handstands. . It is really colorful.

There are many things to eat, such as sour apricots, mulberries, wild jujubes and guning, as well as game such as small grapes, sour grapes and sorghum black rice. If the children in these cities can't eat, there will naturally be peaches, plums, pears, apples, jujubes and so on.

The most unforgettable thing is the small river in my hometown, which is the happiest place in our childhood. Where do we play, where do we play, where do we have a water fight, where do we hold a puddle, and of course, where we take a bath away from the crowd and where the water level is deep.

When I was a child, I was also very naughty. I can climb to the top of the willow tree, break off a big bundle of branches and go home to make a fire. I poked the hornet's nest with my friends, and the hornet's eyes didn't open for several days. My mother didn't sleep all night: I also poked my bird's nest, and the birds had no place to live, so I was severely scolded by my menstruation.

What I miss most is a small piece of mulberry forest in my hometown. I remember that after school, I went to the mulberry forest to observe and found that there was a cocoon under the leaf under the tree. After I found it, I carefully took it off, then looked for it bit by bit and wrapped it in cardboard. I spend most of my time here after school every day, and I am naturally scolded when I go home.

In my childhood, I was most proud to go to sorghum and Dawumi. I don't have to pinch it with my hands. I knew it was Wumi with my eyes, and it was absolutely accurate. I didn't break a sorghum bag.

I liked working when I was a child. In spring, we should dig wild vegetables for pigs, pull out pig grass in summer, and be busier in autumn, helping the family to harvest in autumn and collect manure in winter.

There are too many memories of childhood, which can't be recorded in words, nor can I express my nostalgia for my hometown.

I really miss my hometown, the hot land where I was born and raised. How I want to go back to my hometown where I left for nearly 30 years and see the mountains, rivers and ditches. . Look at my childhood friends, white-haired uncles, uncles, aunts, aunts. . .