Ching Ming Festival ancestor worship, a line of people forward in the goat's intestinal tract or stream. Passing through the stream, I probed and looked, see the abundant weeds, the stream in the spring water murmuring.

I asked Mr., the water in the head will have a pond?

After Mr. said so, I just remembered that my mother also often in the dusk of the mountain, in the stream, a scoop of water, but also scooped out a pond.

A small pond, a lot of memories, beautiful taste.

Pond quail is sweet, tender and flavorful, rich in nutrients, and has the effect of tonifying the blood and spleen, tonifying the middle and benefiting the qi, but also has excellent therapeutic and medicinal value, and is regarded as a nourishing food. The pond fish is suitable for weak and malnourished people to eat, treating pediatric chancre, with good effect.

The pond fish has low vision, is afraid of light, and is greedy for food. Daytime generally dive in the underwater silt, dusk only come out to feed. It only relies on the mouth whiskers and olfactory sacs to perceive the surrounding environment. Because of its gluttonous nature, it is very easy to get hooked.

When I was a child, when my mother returned from the vegetable garden in the evening, there were often three or five pond cormorants in the bucket, and the gills were strung with fern stalks and circled together. At that time, I had wondered in my heart, how the pond fish can be so easily caught, originally it is dusk to get grass, poor eyesight caused trouble.

Mother used to wait for us to finish school. When we put the schoolbag, the mother will tell us a few things, and then pick a pair of rubber buckets full of soil fertilizer, to go to the mountain cranny to turn the ground planting melon beans.

I was eager to watch my mother work, so I walked in front of her, jumping all the way, and I read "planting melons, planting beans" all the way.

Finally, I reached the mountain cranny, my family vegetable field. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was in the middle of a long journey. The mother instructed me to clear the weeds in the ground, and I did so, and threw the weeds into the deep stream of the mountain valley.

The deep stream is not very deep, but the water is full of weeds. It's just that the water is full of weeds, so people can't see the depth of the water, giving people an illusion. I was curious about the seemingly deep stream, in the end, what is hidden inside, it will be randomly under the feet of the yellow mud pick up, thrown into the running water. Only heard a thud, the yellow mud head did not into it, and then no other movement.

I told my mother that I had doubts, and she promised me that when the ground was turned over and the beans and melons were planted, I would go and find out what was going on. I am happy, the hand movement and much faster. I weeding, mother turning the ground. The ground is turned over, my mother opened the mud can, I point the melon beans.

Around dusk, the beans were planted. The mother picked up the two rubber buckets and walked to the stream.

I followed my mother and walked to the stream as well. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. The spring water in the stream is only deep, just below the mother's ankles.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen her in the world.

It was already sunset and dusk, and the mountains were lush and green, and the trees were sprawling, and the sky overhead didn't feel much later, but the mountain nooks and crannies were already dusky.

My mother grabbed the weeds that I had thrown into the stream earlier and cleaned the rubber bucket. Mother called me to use a hoe to salvage the weeds, Mo plugged the stream. I will hoe to the weed pile, during the hands of the hoe handle was slightly touched a few times. I threw down the hoe, fearing that a snake was hiding in the water. I explained the situation to my mother, who was bold enough to turn the pile of weeds with a ladle.

The mother held the water ladle to rattle the weeds, how do I know that I scooped up a pond fish. After a while, the mother even scooped up four or five ponds with the ladle. The pond, the body smooth yellow, the mouth big head flat eyes bulging, the side of the mouth tentacles symmetrical, each of four.

My mother found a fern stalk and strung the cormorants together in a circle and put them in a bucket.

On the way home, my mother was all smiles. She told me that we would have a good meal tonight, steamed pondweed!

Returning home, my mother asked me to bring a porcelain pot and fill it with water. She pulled out the fern stalks and let the ponds move freely. I was reaching out to touch the pond, my mother hurriedly stopped. It turns out that the pectoral fins of the pond, strong defense, unintentional touch, can sting the hand to the raw pain.

Mother will clean up the pond, cut the section, the ginger, black soybean on the top, dripping with oil, sprinkle some white wine. When you cook rice, put it into the pot, and the rice is cooked and the vegetables are fragrant.

When eating, my mother carefully removed the fish bones and gave us fish meat. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey. Mother asked us to add some rice, steaming pond quail out of the soup, fresh and delicious, more rice. So, we add rice, and soup, and really, it is flavorful.

In addition to steaming, the pond quail soup and porridge, out of the flavor is also sweet and delicious. My grandma said that if you make soup and congee, the children will eat it to improve their appetite and spleen, and also to get rid of the chancre. That's why my mother would get up early and cook a pot of congee for us. In the pot of porridge cooking almost when, will be put into the pond, from time to time, you can hear the smell of fish porridge, four dense.

I remember the evening after the spring thunder, I received a phone call from my mother. Mother asked me how the two children's appetite. I said that the general appetite, the child always do not like to eat. Mother said in the evening, in the nook of the mountain in the stream, got a number of ponds, asked me if I want. Before I answered, my mother already said, "Yes, make soup or porridge for the child to eat, wild pondweed, hard to find. I just have to say yes.

The next day, I have not yet woken up, my father's phone has called. I opened the door, my father has stood in front of the door, hand pumping the fern stalks, fern stalks strung with a few ponds. Afterwards, my father also helped me to deal with the ponds. He said that the pond will be stuck in the hand, afraid that I do not know how to deal with, the pond is fine, my hand was stuck in the pain.

When my father was done, the porridge in the pot was already rolling. I left my father to have breakfast, but he said he had already eaten and had to rush to the neighboring village to start work.

I looked at the white smoke rising from the pot, and in a haze, I saw the picture of my mother catching ponds in the evening yesterday.

It was springtime before the water was deep, and it was already dusk when the pond snails got the grass.

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