A foggy and rainy season

It's foggy and rainy again. The campus is shrouded in a faint white fog, and the corner of the stairs is covered with water droplets. In spring, there must be such weather for about half a month. It's foggy and rainy in Mao Mao, so people won't get wet. It is just a "white spot" on your head. People there jokingly call it "stealing sugar". This should be a beautiful sight.

To enjoy such a wonderful scenery, you need a farmhouse, halfway up the mountain, and you can't see your neighbors when you go out. All I can see is a vast expanse of whiteness, lingering halfway up the mountain, or drizzling, adding coolness, just like a fairyland on earth. I just left and never saw it again. Later, I climbed to the top of the mountain, which happened to be the rainy season. At first glance, I saw a sea of white fog, which I had never seen before in this city, because I stood high and saw far. I am happy in my heart, as if I have returned to my hometown. That mountain is the best preserved natural scenic spot in this city, and it is also the heaven and earth of Taoism. There are many temples halfway up the mountain, which are smoky and quite fairy.

Spring needs such a misty spring rain to "moisten things quietly", everything grows and farming begins slowly.

At this time, the road in my hometown must be full of peanut shells, and it looks white from a distance. This is our Hakka custom. Because peanuts are widely planted, it is necessary to pour the shells on the road for pedestrians to trample, so that the seeds in the field can grow well. There may be no scientific basis, but it has become their natural law, year after year.

As children, we are extremely idle except for attending classes, not to mention that we are different from other families, and there is no tedious farm work, but more leisure. This foggy and rainy weather is not suitable for playing outside. So I put the chess set out, and Brother Yang accompanied me. I was naive at that time, and I had just been taught chess by my brother-in-law. Plus, my brother is much older than me, so I'm no match for him. Every time I get quick success and instant benefit, I go on the rampage, and finally I am defeated like a mountain. The last remaining _ will be eaten by my brother, so I will play tricks and protect it with my hands. I have no choice but to do so. He always makes me. With this step, I can turn defeat into victory and become bossy. There are also people who beat their brothers with real skills. Gradually, I learned to be cautious, calm, strategize, step by step, and push the general. At this time, my brother is always smiling, and I know that playing chess is the most taboo, and everything can be considered calmly.

There are also various ways of playing cards, which are probably mastered gradually in this idle season, thus becoming thoughtful, leisurely and no longer surprised. The so-called static braking is also a university question.

Some people are uneasy about staying at home, so their brothers and sisters take hoes to dig bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. Spring rain is the best time for spring bamboo shoots to grow. I don't know why, I have always had an inexplicable love for spring bamboo shoots. They are small and lovely, covered with colorful clothes, quietly accumulating strength underground, and then pulling up little by little every day. A day or two is unremarkable, but slowly, it finally reached two or three meters high. People have always compared the land to a warm mother's arms, and I think it is perfect for bamboo shoots. Spring bamboo shoots grow very deep, so it takes some effort to dig them up. When I was a child, I couldn't swing a hoe, so I took a good look at which one and asked my brother to dig. After digging and carrying it home, grandma will carefully peel it off, and it will be white and blue, like a tower in the hands of King Tota. Cut it carefully, then wash your own sauerkraut and stew it with it. Suddenly, the fragrance was elegant and indescribable. It will be ready in an hour.

The pickled bamboo shoots separated by thousands of waters in Qian Shan are still memorable and lingering. How long has it been since I saw the bamboo shoots in my hometown? How long has it been since I tasted that delicious food? Nagging with my brother, he said with a smile, I will go home next month, and when you come back, we will go back to our hometown to dig bamboo shoots together. I gave a wry smile. At that time, I had to be busy with textual research and life.

It turns out that those good times can only be carefully collected, occasionally turned out to dry, you can savor them carefully, but you can never go back. Walking on the school road that comes and goes, we urge each other's footsteps. Looking back, the thin white fog and wet stairs finally woke up, and it was drizzling again. However, my heart suddenly lost, as if something had been lost.