It's a park, but it's not much different from barren hills. Maybe it's a rough design, or a sloppy project. Anyway, compared with before, there seems to be nothing here except a winding mountain avenue, several rest pavilions and some stone benches for pedestrians to rest.
I don't usually go. I don't like it. Once the national highway was terrible and the traffic volume was too large; Secondly, there are many graves on the roadside, which is unlucky. Even during the day, there are few pedestrians in the barren graves and deep forests, and it is already gloomy when walking. If it is at night, it is simply chilling. But after all, it is a shortcut to go home, so I will take it occasionally.
This walk made a discovery and a surprise.
It turns out that there are not only graves, but also bubbles on the roadside, which grow on mulberry trees instead of thorns. Most of these mulberry trees grow in groups, either none or a group, all so thin and long, whispering in the wind, making people wonder if this tree is also afraid of loneliness. If you look from the top down, or from the side, it is normal. The same color of green is no different from the surrounding shrubs, but if you bend down and look up with your head tilted, the scene will be charming. I saw green leaves, red fruits and blue sky in perfect harmony, as if the green sky was dotted with red stars. That green, green is gorgeous, green is brilliant; That red, enchanting red, dazzling red; It is empty, empty and blue, empty and transparent. Can I eat this bubble? The roadside is so ostentatious that no one cares. It seems that there is only one possibility, and that is not to eat. However, the value of this bubble is really high, bright red and translucent, shaped like fine agate polymerization, dotted under the heart-shaped leaves, making people look at it at a glance. I naturally picked it and ate it. I don't believe that such a charming little fruit is poisonous. The fact is that this bubble is sweet and slightly sour, between thorn bubble and mulberry. However, this little fruit is beautiful and lovely hanging on the branch. Once you take it off, it will be a little sticky. If piled in one place, it will be messy. So it's a pleasure to pick and eat. A walker saw it and laughed it off. Someone kindly reminded: sister, this thing can't be eaten! I'm a little funny. I'm happy. I just don't understand that there are many students on this road who are not moved by such an attractive little fruit. Obviously, it is a small fruit with good color and taste. Why does everyone say they can't eat?
Chatting with colleagues, colleagues laughed: even if you eat, who eats that thing now?
Nobody cares, but it seems that I am a little weird. But I don't want to be confused, so I looked it up on the Internet and learned that this small fruit, scientific name raspberry, is not only delicious, but also has medicinal value, so I enjoyed it with peace of mind and dominated the food.
I am also wondering why I am interested in this kind of wild fruit now, because I have always been vague about eating, and so is fruit.
If it's not to trace the source, it's simple. My obsession is due to old habits and sudden awakening of the subconscious.
I come from a mountainous area. In my hometown, there are green mountains and winding rivers, where the clear water of Lingshan nourishes too many wild fruits like this, which is the best memory of my childhood.
I ate too many wild fruits when I was a child. I have eaten more than ten kinds of bubbles. For example, those with handles and those without handles; Solid and hollow; Big and small; There is a need, no need; Yellow and red; Sweet and sour; Single, in a string; There are thorns, and there are no thorns; Bright, dim, etc. These bubbles look similar, but they are different. However, we don't care so much, we can't shout it out, we can't say for sure, it's called a bubble, we just distinguish it slightly according to the different shapes. For example, snake bubbles, stinging bubbles, hollow bubbles, bull's eye bubbles, that's all. These soaking trees, or soaking vines, are often clustered and grow on cliffs with high ditches on the roadside, belonging to the kind that can be picked but is difficult to pick. It's hard to pick a good bubble, so naturally you have to use your head and do something. Resist falls, stings, insects, bees, snakes and sometimes people. Although this kind of bubble grows in the wild, it can be a princess disease, delicate and sticky if you are not careful, so we usually pick it up and eat it now instead of piling it up. What impressed me the most was a bunch of bubbles, which are very precious because they are rare elsewhere. In junior high school, the school organized to transport manure to middle schools several kilometers away. Although the journey was tired and smelly, everyone was happy because there were many bubbles on the way to middle school. Probably all the way up, the mountains are deserted and inaccessible. These strings are soaked in the roadside, fluffy and arrogant. This is simply the best gift from God. How can you miss this delicious food? However, although there are many bubbles, the vines are covered with thorns, which is not easy to pick, so we made a tree hook from local materials. That's easy. It's not bad to pick it from the sea. When a leaf unfolds, sit on the ground and eat it and enjoy the feast. In fact, this bubble looks petite, but it tastes sour. It's just very sour and sweet, and it tastes very enjoyable. Good food can't resist the temptation. You can skip lunch by eating game.
When it comes to stringing, you can't help but mention wild grapes.
I walked two or three miles along the river not far from my home. This road is rocky and fast-flowing, with high cliffs, rugged boulders, riverside paths and bushes. The scenery in this area is the best, the river just turns here, and the waterway is narrow. You can see Hezhou on both sides of the strait, opposite Qingshan; A considerable river flows eastward, and the realm is newly opened; In the water, white sails chasing waves, canoeing; The mountains are opposite and the cliffs stand tall. Who would have thought that there were clusters of wild vines on the banks of the river in this area, between the boulders and the sand. At that time, pig grass rose from the ground, and its footprints spread all over every inch of land in my hometown, all over the mountains and plains. The river bank and the tender leaves of wild vines were all ideal pig grass, and the discovery of wild grapes was an extra surprise. In fact, at that time, I didn't know what grapes were not. I just think that bunch of raw olives is so cute, round and bright. I picked it and tasted it, but I didn't find it particularly delicious. They were sour and astringent, so I swallowed them. I didn't think it was because they were immature. Probably many people pull this kind of wild rattan to make pig grass. Anyway, I have never seen ripe grapes, so only green grapes are not purple in my memory. Is there one there now? After the completion of the dam, the water level rose sharply and new roads were built along the river. I don't think there are any traces.
The mountainous area is fertile ground for wild fruits. There are many mountains and bamboos in my hometown. Just the bamboo clan, you can find a lot, almost everything. However, I have always been confused, and it is normal to know nothing about bamboo in my hometown. There are many bamboos in the mountains, but not all of them. Abies, pines, camphor trees, catalpa bungeana, tea trees and countless miscellaneous trees are mixed together, so mixed forests are more reliable. It is precisely because of this relationship that all kinds of wild fruits in the mountains have become a godsend food in my childhood.
Yangmei is a beautiful legend. When I was a child, I watched my neighbors' adults or brothers and sisters eating red and purple bayberries and swallowed them enviously. Probably things are rare, and people who know them are often secretive. When asked, the metropolis is mysterious, referring to the west of the owner. When you follow the route, you often find nothing. I have always been blind. If there were no bayberry hanging on the tree, I guess I wouldn't feel it even under the tree. Besides, even if it is found after the mountain is divided into households, if someone else's bayberry is picked, it is estimated that it will be regarded as a thief. Therefore, there is a wish hidden in my heart. If one day I can pick bayberry very happily, it should be the happiest thing in the world. Yang Meilin, who went to a classmate's brother's house with a group of classmates the year before last, was caught in a heavy rain and saw the village. He only bought a basket of picked bayberries at the village entrance and picked them himself. What a pity!
Wild persimmons are like chicken ribs. There is a wild persimmon tree on my mountain, which is not very big and bears few fruits, but I didn't miss it. Unfortunately, this fruit looks handsome, golden and round, but it tastes bad. It has no taste except astringency, which is a pity to discard. Even if I put it in the cereal cupboard for many days, I still don't like it, just as I never liked tomatoes. Later, when I saw persimmons sold in shopping malls, I suspected that it was not the same thing at all. Shizuishan has a small fruit called Liangzaifan. The tree is not tall, shoulder-high at most. When the fruit is ripe, it is dark blue, the size of mung bean, and it is extruded. Pick it and eat it directly. The powder is sour and astringent, and it is easy to be full after eating. If you are tired of chopping wood, it will be a godsend to meet this treasure. If you can meet it, you must eat it heartily. However, it is not easy to take it with you when you are full. Even if you bring it back with your trouser pocket, walking in the mountains is very cumbersome and you won't fall. Besides, the burden on your shoulders is very heavy. How can you take things with you?
There are not many camellia oleifera in our area. At that time, the school worked part-time, and we were taken ten miles away from home to pick up tea seeds. Now that I think about it, the teacher at that time was really bold. It was really risky to put a group of little dolls in the mountains who didn't know about small places and had never been far away. If it were now, it is estimated that no school would dare to be so capricious. At that time, my equipment was a white canvas satchel, which was unique when military schoolbags were popular. This bag is a little big. If it's full and heavy, it's estimated that I'm tired enough to walk so far with a small head and a small body. I can't pick tea seeds, because I almost never finish the prescribed tasks. I don't have to pay, but I have to get some from home. But this experience is undoubtedly my best memory during my study. Picking tea seeds is no better than traveling. The more people you follow, the less you get, so bold people always have to find another way to find undeveloped virgin land. I have been a road idiot since I was a child, and I have no sense of direction. If I leave this group, I will get lost. So every time I go out, I am cautious and cautious. I have to follow at least one person and never dare to be alone, but accidents are inevitable.
Fear of getting lost is secondary, and the worst thing is thirst. Because of the long distance, most of us travel lightly and simply, and don't even bring dry food. But at the destination, it won't be long before my stomach begins to feel hungry and uncomfortable. At this time, I can only eat anything I meet, but my appetite is very poor. I am lucky to meet sweet potatoes in the field. If I can only pull out radishes, it will be a bit miserable. I can never eat bitter radish. More often, it is barren and pure barren hills. Hungry, what should I do? See if God has mercy. If you are lucky, you will meet Li Mao, pear hawthorn trees, or weigh melon seeds and cats living in melon seeds. If you can find wax gourd and master Niu, you will bow down to the emperor's kindness. Li Mao is delicious, but it's hard to buy. That guy is a hedgehog in the plant kingdom, covered with thorns. It's not easy to pick, but it's even harder to cook meat. Hit it with a stone, but it's not worth the loss. Pear hawthorn looks lovely, but it has less juice and more residue. I don't know why. This small brown fruit, which is only the size of snow beans, is almost astringent, but the appearance of empty pears is far less sweet than pears, so it can't solve hunger and thirst. Master Niu is a good thing. It is shaped like a pig's kidney, yellow in color and rich in fat. It hung on the withered vine and was peeled off when it was held in your hand. The pulp inside is like a banana, soft, waxy and sweet, which can be swallowed at the entrance. The mature master cow will burst open from the side and the meat will be exposed. Master Niu is the best at this time, and the taste is far better than any kind of banana. However, delicious food is rare, and I am lucky to meet it. There are often white gourd, called kiwifruit. Small fruit looks like wax gourd, but the size is different by 108 thousand miles. It is chestnut brown with white fluff on its surface. This boy is a test. You can eat it if you want to take it off. It's absolutely hard. It makes you vomit. But if you put it in a grain pile, it will become soft, sweet and slippery in a few days.
When it comes to picking tea seeds, we can't help mentioning tea buds and tea crowns. Personally, I have never seen tea buds. It is said that this thing is shaped like a tea seed, but it is white in color and tastes good. I can only imagine. Tea buds are too rare to see, but tea crowns are common. This white, tender, thick and crisp mutant leaf tastes really good. It's not wild fruit, but it doesn't lose wild fruit either. This kind of tea bud tea crown is not available when picking tea seeds. You can't have a kiss until the Qingming rain and the rainy season are full.
Time flies, those memories of wild fruits have been submerged in the stream of time. Now, because of this bright red mountain fruit, it is as fresh as the first time, only to know that years can grow old, but memories will never sink.
Interestingly, I checked online and found that most of the small fruits I used to eat were of extraordinary value, and their medicinal value, nutritional value and aesthetic value even exceeded those so-called precious fruits on the market.
It can be said that good fruit is in the wild, and things are rare. In fact, as long as we pay a little attention, it is not difficult to find that once the trademarks marked with the word "wild" enter the market, the prices of wild small fruits that we originally dismissed are even much higher than those of similar artificially cultivated fruits.
Today, food safety has been repeatedly questioned, and in the social tide of paying more and more attention to health care, I believe that those wild small fruits born in barren hills or even wasteland will make people sit up and take notice.