Before we moved, my family lived by the Pi River. I don't know when the old people started to grow vegetables in the open space by the river. At first, it was sporadic and shy, like lace in a skirt. Later, the pioneering movement was in full swing. They opened the way along the mountain, bridged the bridge when they met the water, and triumphed all the way. Although each family does not exceed one palm, it can stretch for several kilometers. By the time my mother came to Chengdu to take care of her grandson, the pioneering movement had been completed. I was planning to change to a bigger house and raise money everywhere. Mom said that vegetables are expensive, so you can save some living expenses by growing them yourself. My mother has been growing vegetables all her life, so even if there is no land to grow, she can turn waste into treasure and turn decay into magic. She demarcated two plots in the farthest place, and in the following month, in just two hours after her grandson took a nap, her mother trotted all the way to her battlefield. In those days, the sun was blazing and people were burned to death. Mother cut down miscellaneous trees, dug up pebbles, and then transported fertile soil from afar. This project lasted for dozens of days. Every day my mother comes back sweating like a pig and always says, Oh, this makes me so tired! After all, mom is old.

When my mother was young, we three sisters were just hungry students. In order to solve the tuition, my father went to the county seat for three rounds, or went to the construction site to carry bricks. All the farm work in the family was left to my mother. She studied the farm work of men, such as ploughing, leveling, sawing and pruning fruit trees. Mom is always in a hurry. It's time to transplant rice seedlings, turn over vines, break corn, cut cattle, grass, pigs and grass ... Mother always makes love alone, planning to make every day smooth and vivid. The mother who stays in our impression is always in a hurry. Now that I think about it, does this also affect me, so that I always pinch time to live?

After sowing radish seeds in the vegetable garden, mother said with infinite longing, "Do you think we can win food in the future?" Sure enough, we tasted carrots, vegetables, croissants, orchids and potatoes one after another ... and hung them on my leisure table to make pickles or soak them. Every morning, my mother rolls soybean milk for my wife and children, cooks porridge for me, puts fresh leaves in the rice, and I eat some pickles or a dish of pickles. The taste of hometown begins in the morning.

Once, a fellow villager went home for lunch. Bacon was sent from my hometown, sausage konjac was made by my mother, and cold cucumber was just picked from the ground. Pickled sauerkraut is made by his mother according to the method of his hometown. The meal was not rich, but it was full of flavor, and the villagers were amazed, full of emotion and memories for a long time.

Su Shi said, "Your Excellency Lin Gao's ten steps are great rivers, and half are Emei snow water. Why should I go home when I eat and take a bath? " Yes, with my mother, my hometown is here. Hometown is a mobile home.

In the meantime, I bought a bigger house. I once boasted to my mother that there was a balcony, a leisure platform, a garden and a house of more than 200 square meters. I didn't expect my mother to say "I can't grow many vegetables!" "

It turned out that my mother planned it with her professional eyes. Before we moved in, her food moved in first. It was winter, and there were only a few pots of celery, leeks, green onions, coriander and garlic seedlings. When my mother cooks, she just chooses a little of all kinds. It's really interesting to think about it. As for flowerpots that grow more vegetables, they just wait for the soil, and only when the spring breeze comes will the seeds be buried.

Later, dozens of tomatoes, green beans and loofah were planted on the balcony on the fifth floor, and wax gourd and sugar cane were planted in the flower pond with slightly thicker soil feet. Moreover, my mother planted cucumbers, sea peppers, taro and ginger in the garden on the sixth floor. ...

Now, it's just summer, and with the help of my mother, my vegetable garden is scrambling to push and shove until the end of summer. The first one is tomatoes. The speed at which they jump is somewhat surprising. Mother had to put them on the shelf and they had to rely on crutches. When I was a child, I cut a red tomato and put some sugar in it. It tastes sweet in summer and is more attractive than watermelon. Today, decades later, my mother still fills my heart with longing and hope.

Wax gourd is not to be outdone. It looks dignified and strong, yelling, and you can tell at a glance that it is a well-nourished child. Cucumber is thumb-sized, hidden in the tender leaves of yellow flowers, which stimulates the taste buds of my son and me step by step.

For these vigorous lives, I turn to the balcony or garden every day and bend down to see if the sea pepper has grown up, whether the tomatoes have blossomed, whether the winter melon should be pinched, and how the green beans are intertwined with bamboo ... It seems that nothing can't be seen, and nothing can't surprise people.

The feeling of gestating life is like this, true, full, heavy and full of hope. Perhaps, this is how mothers watch their children grow up a little stagger!

A few nights ago, it was a little hot. I lay on the rattan bed in the garden, bent my arm and rested on it. Breeze Xu Lai, the city lights are submerged out of my sight. The vegetable garden next to it, the full moon and white clouds in the sky remind people of the past days: when I was a child, there was often no food at home, my mother cooked a pot of pumpkin, and I didn't forget to steam a cup of rice for me alone ... I thought about it, so I thought about it.