On weekends, my parents and I went to dig wild onions. As soon as we left the village, we saw a vegetable field. I couldn't wait to run over and dug up a weed. I ran happily to my mother with the dug weed. "Mom, mom, look, I dug a wild onion." Mom took it and said with a smile, "This is not wild onion, it is obviously a weed! Come on, I'll teach you to identify wild onions. " My mother took me to dig a wild onion and handed it to me for me to have a closer look. Oh, it turns out that this wild onion is similar to the domestic onion, but the leaves are thinner than the domestic onion. I smell it. Ah, it smells good!
I found another wild onion. According to my mother's method, I gently pulled it with my hand, thinking that I could pull it up. I don't know if the soil is too tight and the wild onions don't move. I stood up and picked up the hoe next to me, thinking, it's up to you to move this time. I first hollowed out the soil around the wild onion with a hoe, then I aimed at the wild onion and it was uprooted. There are many wild onions in the vegetable field, so I dug one crop after another. Gradually, my basket and pocket are full. The sun has set, and I really can't bear to leave!
In the evening, my father cooked a pot of jiaozi with wild onion meat. When I was cooking, I took a quick bite. "Oh, dear! Very delicious. " Wild onions are really delicious!