The mountain village is small, only memory 20 family, is surrounded by mountains. A thing to the dirt road, will every house joined up. On the south side of the road, a river from the east to the west, through it was a memorable river.
From their own backyard, get hundreds of ten to step and went up on the mountain. Grandpa in the mountains for teams, often took me to eke out the mountain. June and July, the mountain was serene. Along the way, always can eat to grandpa picked raspberries. Each raspberries, like red were clustered together finely ruby, the sand is inviting luster. That is what I eat the most sweet the most delicious fruit, because it sweet? Or because it red? Whenever raspberries mature season, see the streets above the raspberries, total want to visit once, but always disappointed, no matter how to also have no the former taste.
Grandpa's eke out field is to use a few log a up shack. There is a small clearing before 6, 10 DuoGe the hive is on the vacant lot, with log mat up. Grandpa would put him in a beekeeper hat on my head, hat big, a circle of gauze, a little head bedding bag inside, need to hand up from time to mention. After June, the mountain flower, the loincloth loincloth flowering in general to continue for more than a month. Here is the purple section, loincloth of lime tree in need. The pale yellow flowers, loincloth exquisitely ornament in the leaves of green, between the fragrance of trees in the tangy smell. Grandpa will Jiao some honey from a beehive, sent to my mouth, that was the happiest time for me. Honey is also a loincloth the best honey, colour and lustre is glittering and translucent jade, and does not taste mellow fragrance is sweet, and long stay in mouth, refreshing. In fact the home big jar many honey store, thirsty, a gourd ladle out cold water rushed a shao honey, it is again common but.
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This mountain has many wild vegetables, grandpa will tell me their names, I also remember is the same. Grandpa, I pick wild vegetables, ran to chase after butterflies on land, or tear off the tree throat frighten birds. The table of home every day there are changing all kinds of wild vegetables and a greatly small mouth around 7 or 8 people together, the day is like the rising hot air of wild vegetables soup, carefree and.
Across the front of dirt road, is a basketball court, in the total have adult in playing basketball there. After dinner, people will gather in this. The sky is beautiful in the evening, the red HuoShaoYun give people face blotted out many slightly drunk. Where is my favorite haunt of, in addition to friends and play together and there will always get the adults' praise my initial sense of honor, meet. The adults' woman goes to the ZhangDeng, the stars in the sky gradually more people to be reluctant to disperse.
The front of the basketball court is the stream, actually for me in terms of a river is very big still. Across the river is a rice paddies, but do not know why, childhood eat rice experience very little. If any one meal, rice do the smell can let whole village chan for several days. The deepest impression a eat rice, is the experience of several people bring fresh.
The village northeast, there is more than 10 a great deal of CaoDianZi, is rich in l. chinensis. Here grow high l. chinensis is also very stout. When people use it to Shan roof, dozens of l. chinensis in fangyuan people will try to here to cut grass. Shan roof, is a big project and also a family event, is more than a few partnership come here to draw l. chinensis. That year, when the winter fast four or five people play fresh chinensis live in my house. In the kitchen to get their own food, with the call from l. cook. They speak I don't get it, while have a meal not bowl, holding a small dinner fork to bowl fork rice, then use their hands to eat, let me is very strange. Bright people do very sweet rice but I love to eat the rice GaZhaEr (with crispy Fried rice crust), thin, crisp taste brittle, is very sufficient. At that time very strict, has a home tutor guests for dinner, the child is not forward, but the father is I have a special case. Today we have of making rice was famous, but is simply far, still is in local home, folk music two Korean the agglomeration of villages and towns of the most superior rice. But things always have it bad side, now to other place, is never eat the rice.
On the first impression of the river before village, is the father of the fish with wicker together. The evening, eight miles away from father to get back to school, at first with a long mustaches patronage, and then I took me to the river side. He first on the shore fold a willow, and then down to the river article, has been train to waist-deep place. Less than a meal of kung fu, wicker has string of full of fish.
On the summer season, the river flashing dazzling smooth. The shore, aunt aunts huan washed the clothes in the sticks, broke clothes in rhythm falls on your clothes, and from time to time there will be clear voice in the river and the hills echoed. Older children are running into the river, a little head, bare belly, like a lotus blooming in the river. Song with a pestle, with wooden picked from the splash splashing, small mountain village with the river rippling together and up.
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One day, I came to the river. The basketball court for young people a playing basketball, I have no interest in this. The river of the big kids is kept made me, they will water spilled upon me. Different meeting, feet become very smooth, I fear, afraid that some silver wave flashing the unknown. Things going on in afraid began, I really slide in. The water had, all over feeling is very soft easily. I curled up in the bottom of the mother, and think about the flavor of the food at noon. When I open my eyes, many aunt sat in my side aunt to see mom tears and to all smile on the face surfaced. I'm confused, don't know why they around me? Mom and dad always read up a man's name, the YangQing. When I was a child, I did not see YangQing uncle special feeling, he is one of my uncle this village. Then see him, is already in faraway country.
Six years old, because the cause of the school, moved to exotic places. The year before last year went back once, the village change a lot, and then find the original MaoCaoFang and dirt road. Many, many house very neat, very beautiful. Many strange face to me as a passenger, and no one knew I was this small mountain village doll, nobody know the story of the former. The village of the face of a baby but happiness, I don't know that they will also follow up the mountain.
