Growing up in a place with mountains and bamboos, I can't remember how many bamboo shoots I ate these years. Originally, perception was a bit dull, and coupled with the problem of knowing in hindsight, many beautiful things around us were ruthlessly ignored.
This winter, my father always takes time to dig winter bamboo shoots. Holding his hoe specially prepared for digging bamboo shoots, the hoe is very narrow, and the bamboo shoots grow from the lateral buds of the roots below the bamboo.
Winter bamboo shoots haven't broken ground yet, and it will take some effort to find them. It is very likely that the hoes that are often dropped are empty, or an excellent bamboo shoot is broken at once.
I followed him once. In the bamboo forest of my old house. The old house is not in a densely populated area in the village. It stays quietly on the road leading to the hillside, and it takes a few minutes to get there. These bamboos are not taken care of by their families every day. They all extend everywhere with absolute freedom, and sometimes they get into other people's old houses and break through the ground. If it weren't for digging winter bamboo shoots and spring bamboo shoots every year, it would be even more presumptuous and cover a larger area.
Dad will also invite others to go with him when digging bamboo shoots. While discussing, he will observe the movements of bamboo roots and hoes. And I will "take advantage of the fisherman".
Small bamboo forest, the harvest is not small. Bamboo shoots scrambled to appear in the soil dug by hoes. Dad and his partner are not novices, and there may be some skin injuries on bamboo shoots several times. Most of them are intact.
In fact, the banana in the old house has been moved once, but it still grows tenaciously, keeping company with the bamboo forest.
When I was young, this was my paradise. But at that time, bamboo was only in twos and threes, and it was planted quickly. There are loquat trees, plum trees and peach trees. I didn't know the technology of fruit tree planting before, but I only knew that I would pull it back and plant it when I found it outside, and bury the core in the soil when I ate any fruit. Later, I learned that grandpa would graft those fruit trees, and then we could eat those delicious fruits.
Dad actually has something to do on weekdays, and there are many, but he always finds time to run in the mountains. My mother doesn't understand why he doesn't stay at home because he has rested. Dad said it was his way of relaxing.
I'd rather he stole in the mountains for half a day than get drunk. Although digging bamboo shoots is also a physical activity, none of us expect to dig a lot and can't finish digging, so keep the seeds delicious.
So it is leisure. What's more, the mountain wind is blowing and the sun is shining, and it is leisurely to sit alone for half a day.
There are more or less bamboo shoots, which can be used as gifts in the mountains, and contentment is always happy.
The old house, which has always been there, is uninhabited and gradually dilapidated, but it is a brocade box in my heart, which contains all my childhood memories. Until now, when I dreamed of returning to my hometown, it was an old house.
After the bamboo shoots are brought back, they are given to mom, so that mom can show her talents. My mother's specialty is stir-fried bamboo shoots. When squid, dried bean curd, garlic leaves and lean meat are fried together, the fragrance wafts out of her chimney. I don't eat squid, and I put down my prejudice against it.
There is a poem that there are always eight treasures among guests, but there is no wild bamboo shoots in the mountains. The game in the mountains has a natural taste of freedom, which lasts forever through the memory of taste buds.
I didn't feel anything before, but now I find that my parents eat less, and they have a hidden restraint on anything delicious and fresh, in order to satisfy their children. Although it is no longer an era of lack of food, they still keep the habit of putting us first.
A villager came to visit me at my home. I looked strange and casually asked, "Is this uncle?" What should I call you? I can't remember at the moment. "
Then he and my mother began to discuss who is older and who is older. Finally, he is older than my father, who is only fifty years old. So it really should be called uncle.
Hearing this number, my heart was shocked. It turns out that my parents are over 500 years old. A closer look reveals that the white hair on their temples is so dazzling, which reminds me that I have neglected too much.
In fact, every time my father digs bamboo shoots, there is no leisure, but I think I like to eat them, too. I didn't say anything, I could see it everywhere, but that's how I oversight.
Once upon a time, some people complained about the influence of family background, which was really wrong. In those years when they were not rich, they never mistreated their children, but their love was beyond words. They have worked hard for most of their lives, and they are still worrying about our affairs until now, and have never enjoyed happiness.
Therefore, any verbal filial piety and reward is too simple. ......
The older you get, the more you want your children and grandchildren to enjoy their knees. I think they should spend more time with them and work harder to make them enjoy the best.
After my grandmother's death, I didn't see her for the last time. I just want to never have the regret that I want to raise seeds without leaving them.