In that remote mountain village

There is a small mountain village in Inner Mongolia. Its name is pretty nice, and it's called East Xiangyang. Every time I fill in the form, I have to write Xiangyang Village, Xiwatu Town, Moqi, which is super long. Everyone will ask me that you are Mongolian, and they always answer no. I am Han. I was born in 1987 and lived here until 1998.

My hometown is surrounded by mountains, and there is a mountain opposite it called Nanshan. It was a paradise for our childhood. In spring, we went to pick wild flowers and slipped down the mountainside in ice and snow. I only remember that the slope below seems to be very gentle, and sometimes it will be thrown down, which can't stop our enthusiasm! There are two trees on the mountain. Many adults will give fruit sacrifices on holidays. It is said that they were not cut down because of bleeding. They are sacred trees. When they were young, they stole gifts to eat. Adults say our faces will swell up if we eat them, because the gods are punishing us. So I was afraid of them when I was a child, but I prefer to enjoy the cool under the tree in summer.

As the weather gets warmer, Nanshan and Houshan are like flower fairies, with wild flowers, green grass and lush young trees everywhere. There are some unknown purple flowers like lanterns, and there are big bowls-white peony flowers, spike flowers and yellow flowers. Don't underestimate these flowers, each one is not an idle generation. When I was thirsty, I picked some purple flowers to suck its juice. I didn't know if I could eat it at that time, but none of the children had any physical problems because of this stomach. Peony flowers that can be used as medicine will dig the roots of peony flowers up the mountain, dry them and sell pocket money in the city; Huanghuazi, we will pick them together with a long path, pick a bundle and go home, then let my mother fry them with Huanghuasauce, and then pick the rest and dry them for later use; There are many unknown wild flowers on the mountain, but after a long time, I don't remember them. There are also women (dandelions) who take them home and dip them in sauce. Artemisia bud, I never liked that taste, but my family likes it better.

The mountains at that time were the treasures of our childhood. We drove up the mountain on four wheels, and there were soybean seedlings all over the mountain. When parents are hoeing, the older children will follow their parents to do farm work, and the younger children will be exiled to the mountains to play by themselves. There is that kind of gurgling Koizumi's eyes on the mountain, which opens up the grass trees and sundries around, and when you become clear, it will be crisp and sweet with your hand. Every time I go up the mountain, the road by the side of the road is steep. When I grow up, I ask my parents how they grow crops. My parents said that the Great Northern Wilderness could reclaim as many mountains as it could. Many people came to Inner Mongolia to cultivate farmland. It didn't take long for this place to be full of soybeans.

When it is rainy and warm, older children will take their children up the mountain to pick mushrooms with baskets and meet red mushrooms. Adults say that the brighter the color, the more difficult it is to pick mushrooms, which are poisonous, but the red and yellow are really beautiful, and sometimes they secretly pick them to see. We usually pick hazel mushrooms, and there will be those round and fat mushrooms in the grass nest during a thunderstorm. When we grow up, we will find it called Tricholoma, and then we will call it Leiwozi, because when it thunders, it will definitely be picked when it rains. Take it home to stew chicken. It is delicious.

In autumn, everyone likes to pick hazelnuts in the mountains. Hazelnut has pulp, and it will be covered with pulp every time, so it is not easy to wash. However, friends still enjoy it. Take it home to dry, put it in the yard, break the dried coating with a stick, peel it off, and keep the hazelnuts we often see until winter, and fry them in a pot. There are wild apricots on the mountain. Pick them and steam them with sugar. There are generally fruit trees in every household's garden, and the walls are made of stone. When I was a child, I always wondered where there were so many stones on the mountain and how the adults did it. Later, I saw that the soil erosion at home was serious, the wide Hetao had become a narrow river, the vegetation was destroyed, the goats ate all the grass roots, and the mountains were bare, so I knew how serious the environmental damage was. Many people quarried and dug sand on the mountain, and half of the mountain was hollowed out. At that time, many tree pits were dug on the mountain, saying that they wanted to plant trees on the mountain. I wonder if they planted it later. The government began to govern, but with little effect, there were fewer sheep on the mountain, but the environmental damage was a fact, and we could never get back to the face we remembered in our childhood.

I remember there were many trees in my small vegetable garden in Inner Mongolia. To the south of the wall is a row of poplars, straight and shady. There is a big sand fruit tree in the back, which looks great when it is full of fruit. The trees are full of sand fruits and hot peppers (the scientific name is green thorn moth), which are stung to death and feel prickly. There is also an apricot tree, which is not impressive. It should be transplanted back from the mountain. There is also a plum tree, purple, sour and sweet. Mother likes to steam fruit with sugar. Like a can, it is raw and sweet. Plant some vegetables and eggplant in the garden, and some vegetables in the garden behind the house. When I was a child, I sold many treasures in the garden soil, such as pencil boxes, stationery and stickers, and sometimes I dug them up when I planted the garden.

At that time, there was a small shop at home. My mother said that my teeth were bad because I ate them when I was a child. When I was a child, I wanted to eat canned food on the shelf, but I couldn't open it myself. So I threw the cans on the floor at home, and the bottle broke. I picked up one that was not stained with dust. Every time I serve toffee at home, I always hold it when I sleep at night and dig it out when I fall asleep. There will be a kind of fruit candy called naughty boy, full of a big box, and the sugar paper outside is yellow, all kinds of sugar. Brothers like to open toys, cards and so on in various bags. Occasionally, I feel that things at home are not fresh, so I take out money from the cash box and go to other people's homes to buy things to eat.

So I was not afraid of strangers since I was a child, but I was more afraid of acquaintances, because acquaintances would say, ah, steal something from your mother's shelf to eat. Look at your wound.

There is also a spring near my home called Dongquanzi, where everyone in the village likes to fetch water and drink. Sweet and refreshing. There are corn, watermelon and ancient birds (pineapple fruit) on the mountain. Put a picture to feel it. However, this is a cousin's child. From her circle of friends, there are green ancient birds that haven't turned yellow, which is completely different from the ones we buy now that are not damp.

1998 During the Yangtze River flood, the water level in the Hetao rose and many houses were flooded. I still remember many people donating money and materials. I should have been in grade five by then. There is a classroom in the school dedicated to disaster relief clothes, and I have two more. When I arrived in Beijing, I saw some riders and inns in Yunnan donating quilts and clothes to poor primary school students, and I instantly remembered my childhood. Regular participation is like rewarding those who have helped us. We will buy quilts online in Yunnan and tell the store where to send them. The store is also super warm.

Later, I went to Yantai with my parents. I went back once to get my ID card when I was about to take the college entrance examination, and soon came to Beijing. It was winter when I went back. I didn't go out to have a look. I walked around and went to Hetao near my home. It doesn't feel that wide, and the water is frozen.

I can make many friends every time I go out, so I like to travel by train, so I can see the scenery without being bound by my family and make many friends. Once my father asked me to meet my grandmother in Yanji. Pay me directly when you leave. Didn't buy food or send me away. I went straight to the railway station by bus. On the train, instant noodles with peanuts and melon seeds, beer and mineral water are all classics. However, I don't usually eat much myself. I met several college students who came home during the winter vacation. Seeing that I had no seat, I squeezed a place for me to sit. And a big bag of food. Ask me, did you bring food? I said yes, I bought some apples before I got on the bus. So he put the vegetables on the small table and said in awe, eat, I packed a big bag of vegetables when I came, and I couldn't finish it at all. Please help me solve it. So I talked and laughed all the way, and I was full. My qq space was opened by a friend I met on the train when I was a child. But I gave the account password directly to others, and I never thought I would be stolen.

The years are really beautiful. I have forgotten many unhappy things, but what has settled down is to cherish precious memories. Just Baidu, I found that the Hetao near my home should be the section where the Kunmildi River passes. Seeing that there is 2562 1 mu of cultivated land, I want to find out what the purple edible flower I saw when I was a child, and it says laver. I was drunk, too.

Although I have left my hometown for many years, I still want to go back and see the land I once lived in, the paradise of my childhood, and the mountain village of my childhood!