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Spring breeze wake up the sleeping earth, the spring rain moistens exuberant vitality,gift baskets same day delivery fairy sow the seeds of the flowers. Look, the endless mountains and rivers plain as if with a gigantic green coat. In march of the north, while the flower is still in infancy, but literally walk into the wild, the fields, and, behind the house or river shore, under foot, you can see the shadow of the weeds everywhere.
Many years ago, the land to grow vegetables, was once thousands people because do not have enough to eat and to stave off food, now changed, fresh wild vegetables city dweller on the dining table has become a rare delicacy.
In fact, no matter how times change, no matter how change the morality, the weeds are, as always, plain, grow in silence, neither wonderfully dramatic, nor make public grandstanding, as long as there is to pile soil, where they take root, blossom and you wind and rain, let you now.
No matter how poor soil, they are quietly stuck to; No matter how harsh inclement weather, they all roll with the punches; Whether flourishing or indifferent to his life, they are always endless. No special care, they may die; No one special attention, they may only obscure; No one really understand, only alone taste their joys and sorrows.
They seem to is always a light, in fact is thick with a fragrance; Always seems to be shallow, is actually the deep full a deep feeling; Seem to is always silent, in fact, love is dedicated to the spring and life. Looked at under the tree or the river, or field with some little glimmer of wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain, my thoughts are like countless petals, in memory of the sky slowly pieced together into sections and beautiful memories stacking cubes.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, is a field of wheat green, several simple and honest simplicity of rural children, some holding a basket, carrying bag, between wheat seeding green wheat ridge dig potherb, while potherb. That time has not yet been herbicides, potherb 332 with the earth, like the freedom of the stars, with the vast expanse of the sky. I also sandwiched between them, identify the weeds, are those who are wild vegetables, then the weeds of native, authentic, no pollution, green is like. At that time, we dig potherb with shepherd's purse, sowthistle, HuiHuiCai, kochia scoparia, etc., sometimes, also can dig into some rape, parsley, spinach and other vegetables to eat. Though it is hard life, eat at the home potherb steamed stuffed bun, potherb examination paper, wild vegetable noodles, or cool vegetables, at that time also do not have a taste.
The rape in full bloom season, the difference is on layers of the green wave. Walking on a path to an old age of seven or eight years old woman took a little boy. The old woman is my grandmother, the child is more than 30 years ago, I. My grandma took me in the days that in also dig potherb a few times. Grandmother taught me all the names of the vegetables, and tell me about some folk stories and legends to one good turn deserves another. Yet my mind knowledge of wild vegetables, most are from the countryside with my grandmother. Leave me the deepest impression potherb is bitter herbs, shepherd's purse, song song, HuiHuiCai. These wild vegetables do not pick a place, not too, but it is always very strong vitality,, and taste taste pretty good also.
property agency hong kong Afterwards, I marry and have children and live in the villages of the ancient city of xi 'an. One day, his wife chirp cried out, mother, with her two children, are going to dig potherb yelling. Suddenly look back, I haven't eaten more than ten years, wild vegetables. Suddenly hear the screams of lover, I also echoed to go. So mother, my lover, and his two children cheerfully to dig potherb. Forward BaHe along the shore, as if the sky suddenly open a lot of. Two children, like a flying bird in the weeds in the field running, jumping, cheering. And for a moment to their mother and grandmother asked and seem to have endless questions. Potherb is not much, just dug up some shepherd's purse and bitter herbs, but our family had lots of fun. Lover, loves to do something we all love to eat wild vegetables such as steamed stuffed bun, wild vegetables, dumplings, that kind of fragrance, aftertaste making a person is present.
Today, a man in a long distance, every spring, outside of the mining area of grassland turn a turn or river bank, accidental will also be able to see the shadow of wild vegetables. A little bit, or clusters, or three or five tree, is a vibrant, is the thick green meaning.
These wild vegetables, fate like grass, humble, such as dust; Since the open since the fall, die. Was unremarkable, die to dust; Never be offset by people's likes and dislikes, never heart of envy as the flowers in full bloom; They are also the grass, but they are flowers. Is their flowers are not so dramatic, but it a faint scent a heretofore, green may be more like the diamond and blushing small jasper, remember sometimes I really some home!


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