Liu, I like the willows by the river in my hometown.

Liu, I like the willows by the river in my hometown.

Liu likes the willows by the river in my hometown. When it comes to hometown, many people will immerse themselves in it and recall the bits and pieces of their hometown. For many of us, my hometown is a witness to my childhood and growth. Let's appreciate Liu's love for willow trees by the river in his hometown.

Liu, I love the pestle willow by the river in my hometown. My hometown is a small mountain village on the south bank of the middle and upper reaches of Juexi River (Rushan River). It is an ancient camp abandoned by the Ming Dynasty. During the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty, a small workshop of the Liu family moved here from Huanggezhuang, Rushan, and the village was named Nanzhai.

The river in my hometown originates from three seamounts in the upper reaches. The river winds its way down the river. There are many willows by the river, which is the creation of nature. No one has discussed it. There is no record or legend about who planted willows by the river. It's purely local. Smoky mountain villages, winding rivers and lush willows are like a poet's painting.

I'm talking about this kind of willow, not "I'm sorry for my past, but now that I think about it, it's raining ..." Nor is it the willow in my masterpiece "The First Green in the New Year-Willow", but a unique tree species in my hometown, which was handed down from my later years. It's called willow, also called river willow.

Although this willow is not as prominent as the mountains and people in my hometown, it exists with mountains and people. Its spirituality is integrated with mountains and rivers and people, showing its life in the fog of years and realizing its survival value.

The pestle willow in my hometown is small and weak. It is a string of seeds floating on the ground with the wind, and then with the current, sediment accumulates underground, and then germinates, takes root and is unearthed.

When it was first exposed, it was as thin as a crop seedling unearthed in a building. You can see that it is yellow, tender and stubborn, and then it grows into a pier after being moistened by the river, which is shrub-like. Shrubby willow saplings, growing gratifying, began to grow like onions. After three years, the shrub branches can grow three or four meters long every year, and the branches with thick fingers are thick and straight without branches.

At this time, smart hometown people saw its value very early. After the summer heat every year, they began to cut such strips to weave articles, including dung baskets, carrying baskets, car flat baskets, donkey and camel baskets and so on.

Some people peel the skin wet, dry out white strips, and make thick strips into big white baskets filled with sweet potatoes, taro, dried sweet potatoes and vegetables, which are called vegetable baskets; Small and thin strips are woven into food baskets, or go out with relatives as cakes in the first month. That's beautiful, but it's comparable to present gift bags and handbags.

There is a proverb in my hometown called "Old persimmons are dry and slippery, up and down", which not only plays back the fun of children in the past, but also embeds the credit of Pingyang.

It is said that the river in my hometown is rich in willows. Willow pier has new buds every year, which are cut off one by one, peeled and dried. The vegetable basket is beautiful and durable, and it is a lot of economic income for the villagers. Grandpa Lao Persimmon Baking is an expert in basket weaving, which undoubtedly provides powerful conditions and support for figure skating of Lao Persimmon Baking.

Skating with old persimmons is really interesting. He decorated the big white basket with red and green strips of cloth, tied four ropes side by side in front, and four people pulled in front.

He sat in the middle of the basket, wearing a royal hat made of sorghum stalks, with dazzling red pompoms hanging on it, like a ripe persimmon, which was so dazzling that the conductor shouted and shook his hand.

These four handles are called four donkey kong. They wore military commanders' helmets and each held a pine branch of one and a half meters. A nail with the number 1 is inserted into the lower end of the stick. The purpose is to pull it upstream, stick it into the ice and let it work hard. In this way, the ribbons fluttered up and down, coming and going, sliding on the ice of Juexi River.

Whenever they appear, just like the royal ships of Emperor Yang Di walking on the Grand Canal, they are very beautiful. It is said that grandpa baked with old persimmons throws three or four big white baskets on the ice every winter.

Since then, people have also summarized his behavior as: "The old persimmon is dry and slippery, up and down". This white wicker basket is made of wicker, which may be the earliest memory and record of wicker in my hometown.

Willow in my hometown not only beautifies the beautiful environment along the river, but also brings a lot of economic income to the people in my hometown. Their favor, concern and development and utilization of willow trees are unprecedented.

When they cut strips every year, they never plunder them, but leave a strongest, straightest and most productive strip in each pier, so that they can grow into big trees.

It can not only fully absorb water, but also stabilize the flood with huge roots. When trees grow up, people will cut them down as wood, which is undoubtedly a measure to win mountains and rivers and trees.

The beauty of willow lies not only in its tall and lush crown, but also in its thick trunk, which is as beautiful as agar after being sawed down, peeled and dried. It has no scars and is a good material for making door panels and cutting boards. The wide oval willow leaves bring many benefits to people.

I remember three years of natural disasters, when the spring was green and yellow, people were so hungry that they stuck them on their backs and went to stroke willow leaves to satisfy their hunger. They soak the bright yellow leaves in hot water at home until they lose color, use them to eat dregs and breathe incense smoothly. I don't know how many lives have been saved.

When I was a child, we smashed the willow leaves with stones and scattered them in the river to cure fish. When the fish is anesthetized, the pleasure of fishing is unparalleled, and it is really very happy. Put the fish in the fish basket and cover it with some willow leaves to ensure that the fish is fresh and not smelly.

Oh, the willow in my hometown has cultivated a firm and unyielding character through hearing and seeing. Even in the years of heavy load, it never bowed its head and its trunk was always straight.

Its branches witness the changes and ups and downs of the hometown years; Its leaves are like notes jumping on the surface of Juexi River, cadence, playing the joys and sorrows of people in their hometown with the melody of the river, following the main theme of the times and showing the brilliance of life.

I love the people in my hometown, I love the mountains and rivers in my hometown, I love the grass and trees in my hometown, and I love the willows by the river in my hometown.

Liu is from Nanzhai, Yazi Town, Rushan City, Shandong Province.

Liu: I like the willow trees by the river in my hometown. I remember my hometown best.

The city is prosperous, but I am still struggling on its edge; The country is quiet, but I slowly fade out of its sight. I've played many roles, but I don't think I've played them.

Among these figures, my hometown-Zhengcun Village, Shangzheng Village, huangyan district City, Taizhou City, which is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side, is the most memorable and picturesque village in southern Zhejiang. Everyone must say it's beautiful when they see it.

If not, no city dwellers will swim here hundreds of kilometers away in summer. If not, no city dwellers will buy local pork here hundreds of kilometers away in winter.

Spring is the season when Chinese milk vetch is in full bloom. This kind of plant is really beautiful in flowering period, and it grows wildly in the field where wheat has been cut, but it doesn't just bloom with red flowers. When it is not flowering, its stems and leaves are very sweet and delicious. When fried, it is a delicious wild vegetable. When it is mixed with rice cakes, it is a sweet staple food.

When it blooms, it is also the most beautiful time and the most tragic time. Will become the staple food of pigs, spend a spring with pigs, and sometimes laugh and sigh "good flowers are ruined by pigs." Maybe this is the way to produce good meat. Oh, there is wormwood, which is also the protagonist of this season's plant world, because Tomb-Sweeping Day's sacrifice is indispensable for green jiaozi, and wormwood is indispensable for green jiaozi.

When you want to eat green jiaozi, it is also the season to go to the grave. When I was a child, my elders were very young. Facing the silent ancestral grave, a good table was set, several wine bowls were filled and some firecrackers were lit. Young children have never experienced where you will go.

I don't know what death is, but I find it interesting, but I don't lose my manners. I cleverly picked a bunch of wild flowers and presented them, with a naive smile on my face, waiting to go home and cook a table full of food.

Spring is also the season when bamboo shoots sprout. There are many hills in the south of the Yangtze River. Bamboo shoots are a treasure for mountain people to entertain guests and a gift for others. Before the bamboo shoots had a bright future, the poisonous eye excavator had gone deep into the mountains in the morning fog to prevent them from being buried, but the bamboo shoots were dug out before they grew. Maybe such bamboo shoots taste more delicious.

The arrival of summer has quietly brought a little secret. It's early summer, and it's the ripe season of loquat. Jiangnan is mountainous, and everything is made in the mountains. Loquat is also a big fruit in Jiangnan. This kind of fruit is very sweet, "Dahongpao" is very sweet, and "Dabaisha" is even worse. I ate a few hands and it was sticky.

It can be seen that the sugar content is not blown, just as the train is not pushed. I don't know why, all the loquat trees in my family are "Dahongpao", and the others are basically the same. Is this "white sand" so difficult to produce? Things are rare, which may explain why they are sweeter.

Loquat in early summer is not lonely. With cherries, there is a sour and sweet feeling. The only regret is that the cherry is red today and will fall off tomorrow, so there is not enough time to wait for the most suitable person to pick it.

The cherries on the mountain are red for whom they are picked, waiting quietly for whether anyone can pick them. If you miss its most beautiful season, you will leave a lifelong regret!

Summer is also the season of rice growth, and rice is the staple food of people in Jiangnan water towns, and farmers pay special attention to it. Unlike the plain in northern Zhejiang, irrigation is a serious problem, because the hills in my hometown are terraced fields, and terraced fields often have only one source of water, that is, mountain springs that descend with the trend.

This kind of spring water is not big, but it is endless. Whose fields need water to moisten, cultivators are born with duty and kindness. They will not exaggerate to open a big hole in their own land, which will lead to some days. A field is short of water, but the people on the highest terrace are often the first to be filled with water.

First, the location is superior, and second, I dare not come at night, because there are wild boars on the mountain, and wild boars are not terrible. After all, they are pigs! Some unknown mountain beasts are not easy to mess with

My rice field is halfway up the mountain. I remember that I often accompany my grandmother to fetch water in the fields at night, because my grandmother is kind-hearted and won't compete with others for water. I'd rather put the water halfway up the mountain when others are sleeping at night. I am curious and often follow, not because I am brave, but because I love my grandmother. At that time, I didn't know what scenery was.

Now think about it, the countryside at night, the gurgling spring water, the low cicada sleep, the croaking frogs, the sparkling starry sky and the company of grandma are the most beautiful scenery in the world so far! Landscape, landscape, blown away by the wind, is it still a landscape?

Standing on that mountainside again, I don't feel that it is a kind of scenery, because I am still there, but someone will never be there. ...

Autumn is naturally the harvest season, and autumn harvest begins with the maturity of rice. This aquatic plant is covered with all kinds of insects, which makes people itch and hurt when cutting rice. At this time, the most anticipated thing is to wait for the rice to be harvested, throw down the tools and run to the stream.

As long as it is not late autumn, the streams in the south of the Yangtze River will naturally not be too cold. Under the scouring of the stream, the fatigue and itching of the day will disappear with the water. The intimate contact between adults and water is in the evening, but the friendship between children and water is probably deeper. At noon, the sun is shining, and the children are naked in the water;

There are even a few wild children who do bad things in the dark. In the evening, they pull out some sweet potatoes in the field, pick some corn cobs, pick up a bundle of firewood, bake them on the shore, and then drill into the water to play. When they are tired, their skin is almost white by the stream.

I got up to eat game barbecue. I don't know if that sweet and fragrant taste is fresh or because of the stream. I can't taste that smell now anyway.

In the hilly areas of the south of the Yangtze River, sweet potato is a bumper harvest in autumn. The sweet potatoes planted on the loess hills are definitely not comparable to those planted in other places.

There are two kinds of sweet potatoes, one is sweet as honey, which is a good material for making dried sweet potatoes, and the other is powder as chestnut, which is a good material for making mung bean noodles. My sweet potato field is halfway up the mountain, close to the wild pig forest. Instead of being spoiled by wild boar, it is better to pick it back and feed it to domestic pigs as soon as possible.

Digging sweet potatoes is also a technical job. I often go down with a hoe, and several of them are smashed in half by me. So it's basically a spectator's job. I watched my grandmother dig and eat by herself. When I am thirsty, my grandmother will take me to places with mountain springs to find water to drink.

My grandmother was afraid that her hands would get dirty when they touched the soil, so she picked a wide leaf and rolled it into a funnel to scoop water. The water in my impression is so sweet, and I also admire the diligence and intelligence of the mountain people.

The protagonist of autumn is oranges, and his hometown is famous for oranges. His name is Huangyan, the hometown of oranges. How many oranges are there? When picking, it is not enough for the whole family to go out, but also need the help of relatives and friends. When stored, it is often placed in the cellar and under the bed. After the Spring Festival, I can't finish eating and rot in the river.

Every late autumn, the orange forests all over the mountains are covered with lantern-like yellow fruits, which makes people feel happy about the harvest. Relying on mountains to eat, rural people are grateful for the gift of nature and proud that they can harvest this sweet fruit every autumn.

It is not difficult to find out from the reputation of "Huangyan Tangerine is the best in the world" that the best habitat for oranges is hometown. Children in the countryside are not accompanied by robot cats and transformers. When I was a child, I would pick two oranges and hang them on the bed, just like a doll that accompanied me.

In winter in my hometown, I can't escape loneliness and desolation. The grass in the field is yellow, many trees on the mountain are yellow, and the ferns under the trees are even yellow. On weekends with fine weather, when we were young, we often went to the mountains to rake Pinus ponderosa and fern leaves with a basket with a wooden rake in our hand.

As an "appetizer" for cooking (cooking in rural areas requires a match to light flammable materials and then put sticks on them), you can pick up some dead branches by the way after filling a big basket, and then your friends can easily laugh when they finish their tasks, lie on the hay together, talk about which "unlucky ghost" was beaten by their parents and see which cloud is the most beautiful in the sky.

Let's guess what the world outside the mountain is like ... when the smoke from the kitchen rises at the foot of the mountain, let's hum and go home for dinner.

Of course, there are times when winter is bleak-that is, when the Spring Festival is approaching. This is the busiest time to kill pigs. Pigs are "pets" that rural people must keep. Chinese new year worship, Chinese new year treat, and meat dishes are needed in the first half of the year.

It is of course essential to kill pigs and eat meat. After a year of hard work, the villagers will take this opportunity to comfort themselves and maintain their family ties. The villagers are hospitable and invite relatives and friends to eat pork. Besides putting the best pork and pigs in the water, they will also go to the market to buy all kinds of vegetables and fill a table, even if they usually save money.

At the end of the year, friends and relatives will be given a delicious meal. When firecrackers sounded and young people rushed home, it was the New Year. Needless to say, delicious food, the whole family is together. Fun varies from person to person. Children are happy to set off firecrackers, adults are busy playing mahjong, and old people are happy to watch Yue Opera.

The four seasons in my hometown repeat year after year, and people appear and disappear in this repetition. The children I once held in my arms now have their own children. It's very cold outside in winter. I'm waiting for a spring to go home.