I remember reading Mr. Sun Li's Lotus Lake in middle school. When the teacher read the article halfway, reeds, boats and lotus flowers came to my mind like my hometown. My hometown has Dagang Reservoir, the largest plain reservoir in North China, which is not only rich in fish and shrimp and rice in front of the station, but also produces reeds.
Every spring, when the snow melts and everything recovers, the message of spring begins with the germination of grass. Under the spring breeze, nourished by the sweet Yellow River water, the tender buds of tender grass rushed out of the ground almost instantly and grew to waist length. Walking inside, people can't tell the north from the south, just like being in an endless green ocean. When the breeze blows, the green grass makes waves, the green ones are running, making a lot of noise and holding hands.
According to the old man, before liberation, in order to escape the war, the villagers took refuge in the reeds with their families and mouths and lived for several days, eating wild vegetables and reed roots.
Asparagus and reed roots were also life-saving straws in those days when materials were scarce. Reed is not only a paradise for people, but also a paradise for birds. On a summer night, when I came to the levee of the reservoir, frogs croaked drums and birds sang in unison, which was simply a large symphony.
Tang Wei is a paradise for our childhood. We dug up bird eggs in the reeds and shuttled through them with small baskets. We are never afraid. When we found a nest of eggs, we were very happy. I'm really ashamed to think about it now. Sometimes a reed is broken, the leaves are removed, a dragonfly is tied, and it comes to the river to attract flying dragonflies. You can catch a lot of dragonflies after a while, and you won't stop until you catch them. Dragon Boat Festival arrived, and we walked up and down among the reeds, skipping and picking the broad reed leaves carefully. When I got home, my mother first soaked reed leaves in a wooden bucket, then took a leaf and put the washed glutinous rice and red dates into it, and wrapped it into a pointed jiaozi. At this time, the smoke from the kitchen rose over the village, and the smell of zongzi soon dispersed.
Reed flowers are white and reeds are flying in the sky. This is the harvest season. The men and women in the village rushed to Dagang with sickles, and the harbor was crowded. Soon, rows of neatly packed reeds appeared in the empty depression. The carriage carried reeds into the village. People divide reeds into three or six grades. High quality reeds are woven into reed mats and sent to the market. Fine curtains made of medium reeds are exported to Southeast Asia. Second-class reeds are sent to the paper mill.
Reed's life is selfless, giving us fresh air, beautiful enjoyment and material wealth. We grew up in this lush environment, and we love our hometown more, and we love the reeds in our hometown more.