when I got home, my parents and village neighbors saw me and asked me how long I could stay at home without exception. It took me two and a half days to transfer four or five times before I finally got home. I fought back my tears, told them that I could only stay at home for two nights and one day, and explained to them that I was afraid that my daughter, who was about to take the college entrance examination, would be distracted by missing me. I had to go back to her before she knew it, and spend the college entrance examination with her. When I got off the train, I had already bought a return ticket for the morning after tomorrow ... < P > I couldn't stay.
The next morning, my mother contacted my neighbors who went to the city on business and gave them 2 yuan to buy me some local specialties in the city, such as my favorite vermicelli.
in the morning, my mother asked me to have a good rest in my room so as to regain my strength for the next day's journey. Looking at the sunshine outside, which is rare in Chongqing, I couldn't lie still, so I ran to the vegetable garden in front of and behind the house to accompany my mother and help her to plant seedlings and pull weeds. My mother nagged me about the gratifying growth of all kinds of seedlings. She said that there are few people in the family now, so there is no need to grow too many vegetables, but she still grows a little of everything, including cantaloupes, sweet stalks and mushroom girls that we loved when we were young. I am afraid that when my daughter's son and grandson come back to the garden, they will not find these seasonal things, and her heart will be uncomfortable ...
A weeping woman suddenly caught my eye, and I was pleasantly surprised that I had not been in the garden for a long time. I want to dig it down! " My mother handed me a knife, and I easily and skillfully took the green, white and tender stunner out of the soil, and held it in my palm to enjoy and play with it. Many past scenes about it appeared in front of my eyes.
The so-called "wife-in-law", whose scientific name is dandelion, is a common wild vegetable in my hometown in Northeast China. Northeasters like to dip it in sauce or pickle it. When I just learned to walk and cut with a knife, I learned to recognize it and dig it. I often followed my mother, aunts or children older than me to find its footprints in the wild, blowing the warm wind in Shan Ye, and the exaggerated sound of finding a new target fully showed us the original wildness. When I was a teenager, I kept an old ox at home. Although I was a little afraid of this big horned animal, I would still take the initiative to let the cows go on the spring weekend, for nothing else, just to watch the cows eat grass slowly and dig up their wives.
My mother will wash the old wives I dug, soak them in cold water for a while, and then invite them to the dinner table. The woman who has been soaked in cold water is more and more energetic, and its bitterness is slightly softened. Although I like digging it, I didn't like eating it when I was a child, perhaps because of its bitter taste!
I don't like bitter things. I refuse to take medicine because I am afraid of the bitter taste of medicine. When I grow up, I have experienced many pains in life before I know that some pains need to be eaten and many pains need to be endured. So I like the charm of eating a woman's wife, which is sweet in bitterness and fragrant and rural in bitterness. Besides digging it, I also like picking its delicate flowers, putting it in my head, picking its hairy seeds, blowing it away in the direction of the wind, and spreading my little wishes to the distance ...
I told my mother that it is very hot in summer in Chongqing, and people need to drink some cool drinks to get through the long summer heat. Soaking leaves with a woman's wife is a good way to get rid of the summer heat. Listen to me, it can make tea, so my mother suggested that I dig more.
We spent that morning digging a big basket of women. It took another afternoon to dry it.
The parting time came in a hurry, and my mother stuffed my suitcase full. Finally, I put the bag of half-dried leaves and my favorite baked wheat cake from my hometown bought by my neighbor in my handbag, and told me to eat the baked wheat cake as much as possible on the way, and the bag containing the baked wheat cake must be opened before airing ...
My mother's tears failed to keep me, and the baked wheat cake that my mother aired for me accompanied me on a long trip.
On the train, I settled my luggage. I apologetically discussed with several passengers in the same seat that I would occupy half the table because I had something to air. They watched curiously as I put the open bag on the table and asked me what it was delicious. I just laughed and let them guess. While they were discussing it, my thoughts drifted to a distant place, a place full of women.
I remember that I was very young at that time, and I was not old enough to go to school. Once I was infected by an injection, my hips bulged with a big bag. When I was bedridden with a high fever, my family discovered that I had hidden the secret for nearly two months. In the face of great shock, that night, my parents and aunts took their older brothers to dig the roots of the old woman in the wild with flashlights. It is said that this thing can diminish inflammation, reduce swelling and relieve pain. However, in the early spring and February in the northland, in a world full of ice and snow, it was really difficult to find its trace, and it was not easy to dig it out ... < P > It was the doctor's scalpel that finally cured me. Decades have passed, and I have never mentioned this matter to my family, but every time I see pictures and words about dandelion, I can think of it, and I think of the bustle of the whole family that night when I dug up my wife. It has been engraved in my memory.
after more than 6 hours, I returned to my home in Chongqing. At the last transfer, I was reluctant to throw away the moldy old woman who accompanied me through more than half of China.
when I got home, I called my mother to tell her that she was safe. I didn't say the final outcome of the bag of women. I like to report good news instead of bad news, and I don't want my parents to know how I miss the taste of my hometown, how I miss my elders at home, and how I dream of running in the fields of my hometown ... < P > That was the last time I went back to my hometown in recent years and reunited with my parents. Looking back on your life's journey, isn't it just like dandelion? I chose to fly, hiding my pain in my heart. What I finally miss is still the land where I was born, and what I yearn for is still the direction where dandelion seeds fly ...