The rain and snow during the Qingming Festival this year are particularly lingering, sad and desolate. The misty rain is misty, the chill is thick, and the world is immersed in the sorrow and resentment that is like snow and rain, neither rain nor snow.
Snowflakes swirled in the wet air, erratic, wandering, and confused, like a girl who ran away from home, with tears in her eyes, aimless, random things. Full of resentment, she lost her reason to think. She felt that she had been abandoned, exiled, and deceived by the winter. In this sky filled with spring, she felt extreme discomfort. She wanted to go home, but she looked around. , no way back. He fell to the ground in a daze, and before he could understand what was going on, he suddenly turned into a drop of ice-cold water. In a panic, she suddenly realized that when she went out, she hurriedly wore a bright plain skirt, and did not bring any rainproof clothes at all. Before the embarrassed blush could reach her cheeks, she was dragged away by the greedy loess. She has become the most failed snowflake this year, the most unimpressive drop of rain.
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was hungry for the mountains and rivers of winter and a half spring, but it was too late to care about the emotions of rain and snow. It is said that "spring rain is as expensive as oil", in fact, this spring rain in the field is more than just as simple as oil. It is like a newborn duiker on the grassland sucking its mother's first milk. This warm and mellow breast milk determines whether it can stand up and whether it can survive in this sinister world. . This is a bit of self-pity, ragged clothes, stumbling and stumbling rain and snow, I didn't expect myself to be so precious and rare in the field. Moisturized by the rain and snow, the rough and barbaric mountain plateau is smeared with a rare softness.The unsightly and sickly dry yellow-brown has faded away, the mountains have been stained with black ash, and a thin layer of milky white mist is casually shrouded in the bumps, creating a kind of incomprehensible mystery. Like a middle-aged uncle who is full of vicissitudes, he has a bit of fortitude in his fortitude, and there is a trace of difficulty in his calmness, and it is hard to hide the dust and frost in his straightforwardness, exuding a faint temptation that lasts for a long time. There are no mountains in the fields, she just silently swallows the abundant rainwater, and carefully cares for the yellow buds that are about to emerge (or have already emerged) on the ground. She is more like a competent mother, who doesn't care about modifying her face and clothes, and only thinks about the child in her arms. In the weather like
, it is best to go to the mountains to pick up the dishes. At that time, it was completely unknown that it was not known until later. Dida is rich in beneficial ingredients such as sodium, calcium, and carotene, and has the concept of invigorating deficiency and replenishing qi, clearing heat and improving eyesight. We only know that it is the first game and food after the spring that nature has blessed us, so we all cherish it. After all, the time to be able to pick up Dida within a year is still very short, and the conditions are harsh.
I remember that when I was a child, I always followed my mother into the mountains to pick up vegetables. Walking on the wet but not muddy mountain road, breathing in the fragrance of the moist and slightly fishy soil, there is an indescribable comfort surging in my mind. Unknowingly, it has gone far, because in the ditches that are too close to the village, most of the dida dishes have been trampled into pieces by cattle and sheep, or mixed with too much sheep dung and eggs, the farther away from the village. The better the quality of Dida dishes. In the cold winter and spring drought, the dida vegetable shrinks into a lump of soil and drifts away with the wind in the mountain fold groove.But under the moistening of the spring rain and snow, they seem to have fallen from the sky, hula-la, tremblingly showing their true faces, blossoming, wisps, and clumps, in a myriad of shapes; some are pitch black, some are gray-black, some are purple-black. , the color is different. Under the ungreen mountain wood, on the brown mountain skin moistened by the rain, it naturally blooms with its beauty. Picking up Dida dishes does not have much technical content, and everyone can do it, but to pick up high-quality Dida dishes requires both good foot strength and rich experience. Its generation seems to be relatively fixed on one slope and one ridge, some can be seen everywhere between the slopes, and some are hard to find on the ridges. Like their mothers, they knew very well which ditch, which fork and fork had the most land, and which beam and which slope did not, so they never took the wrong road.
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picked up require embroidery to pick up. It is the first step to choose the firewood, soil and stone. It is the most difficult to wash the soil on it. It often takes a long time to soak in and wash it countless times before it slowly restores its dark, glutinous and soft texture. If you can't eat it all at once, you can dry it again, and it can be soaked and eaten at any time.
What we usually eat the most is probably the stuffed buns made of Dida dishes, and the most delicious ones I have ever eaten are fried leeks and diced pork with Dida dishes - the mellowness of Dida dishes, the tenderness of leeks, and the plumpness of diced meats. Fat, the three are blended together to create a different kind of indescribable fresh and mellow taste. Some are mixed with smooth and smooth slivers. That taste, that fragrant, is the best taste in the world! But in those days, the opportunity to taste such delicious food was very limited. Maybe it's the only reason it's scarce, but it's delicious. But it was one of the most mouthwatering delicacy that my mother etched in my memory.
is fascinated by the plump Dida dishes under the rain, snow and Qingming, but his body is imprisoned in a reinforced concrete "matchbox"."I can't get what I want, I'm thinking about it, I'm leisurely, tossing and turning." Yu Xue Fei was slightly smoked, Liu Si was soft and golden, and in the chaotic dreamland, most of them were soft and soft Dida dishes, and more of them were Tsubaki. The back of the deceased mother...
Handenian
Responsible editor丨Wang Xuan
Director on duty丨Liu Yuwei
Source: ZAKER Daily Lanzhou
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