Dandelion time

There are more than ten steps away from the east of the unit building, which is a piece of open space with an area of about 20 mu. It was originally said to be the building of the building and the construction of sports venues, but it has not started yet. I don’t know whether it was planted by people or by myself. There are large tracts of reeds on the open ground. Every spring, Reed sprouts and grows up gradually, becoming a green sea. When the warm spring breeze blows people’s cheeks again, making people feel the beauty of spring, the Reeds also turn green in a mighty way. There was originally a circle of iron fences in this land, and almost no one went inside at ordinary times. But these days, I found that the number of people inside gradually increased, and most of them were old women with children, and occasionally there were young maids squatting there as if looking for something. I was confused and asked my neighbor. She said that there were many bitter bitter vegetables in the reed field, and they all liked to eat them. Living in the city for a long time, I have forgotten bitter herbs. Seeing more and more people poaching for vegetables, I couldn’t help recalling the time when I was digging potherb in my childhood. In my memory, Grandma loves wild vegetables. She always said that the wild vegetables were fragrant and also raised people. She always told me about my father’s reading when he was young. At that time, my family was poor and had no money to study. In order to pay the tuition for my father, grandma and aunt often got up very early and went to the field to dig potherb, dug a bag full of potherb, and then sold the money for my father to go to school. Later, my father often mentioned this to me, saying that it was hard at that time! Every household is like this. If the grain harvest is not good, they are short of food and drink. Every time I went to my aunt’s home after school, the hungry father would pick up her aunt’s nest basket, and the aunt who always loved her father would always leave some potherb dumplings in the basket. My father said that in that poor era, potherb supported a large number of people. When I was very young, I followed my grandma to dig potherb in the field, and the most dug one was bitter potherb. This kind of dish has strong vitality and has its footprints beside the ditch and river in the field. My grandmother taught me to identify carefully, but I often made jokes. Take a weed called horse urine by villagers as bitter bitter herbs. Grandma digged so fast that we would dig a big basket before noon. After returning home, Grandma washed it, removed the roots, and steamed it or ate it in cold mix. Although bitter bitter bitter vegetables are bitter, they are fragrant with bitter taste, especially mixed with garlic paste and vinegar Sesame oil, which is absolutely delicious. My beautiful childhood was gradually moving away from my grandmother’s fragrance of cold and bitter bitter vegetables. I miss those bitter times very much. My grandma is getting older, and I also go to school, work and get married. I have never eaten bitter dishes any more. Yesterday, my daughter called me downstairs and asked me to throw a convenient bag for her. She wanted to dig bitter bitter herbs with Kiki. Kiki was her playmate. I didn’t know why they both thought of sarcastic bitter herbs, so I agreed to her. Since they want to dig, they must think it is a happy thing. Half an hour later, my daughter came back and gave me her masterpiece, which was a handful of tender bitter herbs. I washed it and dipped it in sauce. The children all said it was delicious. The delicious bitter bitter herbs evoke many of my childhood memories. My heart also began to feel restless. I took my two children, climbed over the fence, jumped into the reed field, and dug a handful of bitter herbs to look for my long-gone childhood.

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