There is a saying in Fan Chengda's pastoral miscellanies in late spring? Hu Die both went into cauliflower, and no visitors came to this family for a long time. The chicken flew over the fence and the dog barked until it knew that a businessman had come to buy tea. ? The movement reflects the quiet rural scenery, and the picturesque rural scenery is like being there, so I naturally think of my mother's vegetable garden.
My mother has worked hard in the countryside for most of her life, from morning till night, and has never been idle. She loves to help the vegetable garden. She is not busy in the vegetable garden every day, and her bones are not strong.
I always wanted to take my mother to the city to enjoy retirement, but my mother said, what's good about the city? Every household is closed, and no one even knows who lives opposite. There are cars everywhere in the street. It's too dark and it's hard to cross the road. The most important thing is that you can't see the vegetable garden, and you have to spend money to eat and order. The pumpkins grown in our garden are big and sweet. They are not used for chemical fertilizers or pesticides. If you can't eat them, you can give them to your neighbors and let them have a taste. Everyone in the village knows the root of the matter, and everyone walking in the alley is an acquaintance. Say hello, talk and laugh, and the days pass quickly. Today you give me a spoonful of peas, and tomorrow I will give you a pot of peppers. Things grown at home are not expensive, but fun. As soon as this arrived in the city, the sky changed. I don't know anyone I just stayed at home and watched TV. As soon as you go to work, my life is like a prison, and no one talks. I bought a pumpkin in the supermarket that day, and it was five yuan a catty, not to mention expensive. It's still a little sweet when I steam at home! Squeak, the pumpkin planted in the greenhouse doesn't taste like this! What do you city people eat every day? In the countryside, you can eat delicious vegetables if you exercise actively. My mother kept nagging me, and I basically gave up.
Mother is still busy in her garden. Every time she goes home, she will definitely go to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables. Look, the vines on the cucumber rack can climb very well. Palm-sized leaves are covered with green clothes, and yellow flowers are delicate. Petals spit out buds to attract bees and butterflies. Look carefully, there are cucumbers secretly hidden in big leaves, covered in thorns and grinning with small yellow flowers! It seems to say, I'm here, don't touch me, I want to grow, I want to grow! Eggplant also stretched out the waist, lavender flowers teased people's eyes, and purple eggplant also leaned out and stood up, showing its majestic posture in the sun. That leek bed is even worse. The slender leaves curl in the wind. You squeeze me, I hug you. I have the appearance of Lin Daiyu, but I don't have her delicate figure, just like a group of fairies playing in the garden.
Mother's garden is so beautiful that she loves it. She says these vegetables are spiritual. If you are kind to them, they will not let you down, and they will repay you with the fruits of their harvest. Mom said, turning over the back of the leaf and holding a green bug with her hand, and I knew it was this little guy's fault. Something is missing from the edge of the leaf. When I looked carefully, the green leaf was bitten by this bug and made an irregular hollow picture. A string of black shit balls touched the leaves, as if to announce the unfortunate experience of the leaves, and the edges of the leaves rolled up. I can't help secretly praising my mother's carefulness. My mother is practicing the belief of green food. How much effort has she made in silence to make us eat safe food? Mom said, don't look at these dishes, they are delicious, and you won't be a fairy if you eat your own food.
Walking through my mother's trimmed vegetable garden, my eyes are full of green eyes, rolling in the spring breeze, whispering in our eyes and running in the sun. Can you hear vegetables drinking water? Shh, can you hear the vegetables singing and jointing? They must have understood their mother's words. They have a connection with her. Here is the fragrance of the land, beating the green melody. They are closest to their mother, their hometown and our roots. The wrinkles on my mother's face stretch in labor, and the white hair on my mother's head shines in the sun. I finally understand the hardworking mother.
The village will be demolished, but my mother will live in the city. At first, my mother didn't fall in heart. I am used to working in the countryside. When he was idle for a while, he got blisters on his mouth for several days, but he just couldn't get used to it.
After a few days, my mother's eyes focused on the balcony as if she had discovered a new continent. This is an uncultivated land!
My balcony is spacious and well lit, mom said. This is a good border for a vegetable garden. With the idea, my mother suddenly recovered and the blisters on her mouth gradually improved.
Mom usually collects foam boxes, discarded cans, large flowerpots that have been abandoned for many years, and so on. These seemingly useless items have become treasures in her eyes. Mother began to dump the dirt in the suburbs into the house, and her rough hands lovingly crushed the dirt. Looking at her chapped hands, her heart hurts inexplicably.
In the late 1970s, in my mother's words, my family only had two hands. Dad has nine brothers and sisters. Dad is old. After grandpa died, there were only bare walls left in the house. My mother lived with my grandmother, and when production quotas settled down, my mother's mind became active. She wants to have her own home, and we have hands and feet. We will succeed one day as long as we are willing to work hard. With this in mind, I borrowed money everywhere to build a new house.
In order to pay back the money, my father went fishing in the open sea, and my mother shouldered the heavy burden outside. I also have an aunt with mental retardation who lives with her grandmother. Although my mother and grandmother have always lived together, my aunt, like my mother's children, takes her everywhere. Mother went up the mountain by herself, reclaimed land and planted some vegetables as a private plot. If you can't finish eating at home, you can also choose to go to the market to exchange some pocket money.
I remember there was no water near the reservation. My mother feeds a flock of chickens, ducks and geese every morning and begins to press water in the well. Her hand pressed the handle of the well and her body fell down together. The water in the well exulted with the spray and gurgled into the bucket. This bucket is full, and another bucket is needed. My silly aunt will only stand by and watch, and occasionally giggle, not knowing why she laughs; I will suddenly bend down to play with the splash in the bucket, and my mother will basically keep silent and let her go. When both buckets are full, my mother will take a pole from the corner, hang the hooks at both ends on the iron beams of the buckets, bow down, summon up air, stir up the pole, and stagger to the reservation. My aunt and I followed my mother hand in hand. At that time, I was completely inconsiderate of my mother's hard work. I am very naughty. I caught a grasshopper in the field, tore off its wings, held down its two thighs, and let it jump into my hand, which made my aunt laugh. My mother's sweat spilled on the field road and left us laughing.
I don't know how many times I have to go back and forth from home to the private residential area. All I know is that the wasteland was mowed by my mother, and the ridge where no one walked was trampled out of a path. Mother's vegetable garden is a thriving scene.
In summer, green onions, parsley, celery, peppers, etc. Whispering in the vegetable garden. My mother is hoeing in the vegetable garden. Weeds grow happily when the rain is good. My mother mowed the grass in ridges and ridges, and her palms were blistered. The blisters burst and turned into thick cocoons over time.
Mother didn't let go of the edge of the garden and planted some pumpkins crawling on the ground. The big yellow flowers are very eye-catching. I remember once, my aunt said she was thirsty, and my mother went home to get the kettle. When I came back, I saw a big yellow flower pinned to menstruation's ear and some pumpkin flowers stuffed in two pockets. Two hands were tearing at the petals one by one, and the pollen on the stamens dyed the skirt yellow. menstruation's face was painted with a big face. My mother sighed and didn't blame my aunt. She took out a square handkerchief and wiped her face bit by bit. Then she called me names. I pursed my lips and looked wronged. My young mind muttered, I didn't pick it, but my aunt did. Why blame me? Mom said that a flower is a small pumpkin! My mother saw a small oil bottle hanging on my mouth, so she squatted down and told me earnestly that my aunt had brain damage and you should learn to protect her. You should take care of her like a vegetable in the garden. She is a poor person and knows nothing. She is not as good as a child. Mothers are like this, growing vegetables and educating people. The vegetable garden is lush, and my mother's diligence and kindness are deeply embedded in my heart like the green of this garden.
A few months later, my balcony was completely changed. Several beds of celery are green and dripping, like a poem, graceful and beautiful. The pepper in the sky has blossomed into small white flowers, which are beautiful and exquisite. Mother patiently pollinated the little flowers. Flowers withered, peppers appeared shyly, green, half green and half red, red, with small lanterns on the branches. After a while, the pepper turned red and burned on the balcony like a fire. It turns out that peppers can also be used as bonsai to watch!
Mother also planted several beds of leeks until autumn, when the leek moss was covered with umbrella-shaped flowers. When the flowers and bones are about to bloom, my mother will pick them and wash them, add fresh pepper, ginger and salt, grind them into fine powder in a small stone mill, seal them in a jar and eat them for a few days. That's pure natural leek sauce. It's delicious. It is strange that my daughter has never seen leeks bloom. Mother said, children of farmers, don't forget the land at any time. Land is our root. The mother and daughter often look at the vegetables on the balcony, and the daughter will compare the pieces of books with the vegetables on the balcony. The young and old are happy in the small vegetable garden on the balcony.
Mom will also miss the vegetable garden in the country, and now it has become a building! I comforted my mother that the vegetable garden has always been in our hearts and accompanied our daily life. The garden in the country can also grow on the balcony in my city.
Actually, I went back to my hometown once and it changed a lot. High-rise buildings have sprung up, and my mother's vegetable garden has long since disappeared. There is not much difference between cities and rural areas. At this time, my mother's loofah vine is trying to climb the shelf. Among the green leaves, I saw a small towel gourd playing on the swing. In the distance, a white cloud is floating and getting closer. It's the hometown cloud!
Author: Gong Jia, pen name: Zizhu
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