The scientific name of Pleurotus ostreatus is Boletus, which is a rare fungus with rich meat, rich nutrition and unique flavor. Boletus is rich in protein, carbohydrates, vitamins and minerals such as calcium, phosphorus and iron, and has the functions of preventing and treating diseases and strengthening the body. The thigh mushroom is named after its shape. Its legs are almost as thick as a hat, and it is big and grows fast, which can be described as the king of bacteria in the mountains. After slicing the thigh mushroom and drying it in the sun, it can be soaked in clear water in cold winter and stored, which can cook all kinds of delicious food. A black-bone chicken stewed with mushrooms is nutritious and delicious, which will make people memorable. The thigh mushroom can also stew ribs, stir-fry, make soup, make pickles and so on, all of which are delicious on the table.
Because this fungus is distributed in special areas, the people who collect it are concentrated, so there is a feeling of "grabbing". Every season when thigh mushrooms are abundant, hardworking people are fascinated, regardless of the rest time at night. Taking advantage of the night, they made an appointment with three or five partners and sneaked into the mountains with flashlights to find their favorite food. With this curious desire, I also went into the mountains with my partners to experience the joy of harvest.
On a bright night, the moonlight pours on the earth like running water, and the mountains rise and fall, stretching into the distance. From time to time, the cuckoo's cry came from the mountains, which was crisp and beautiful. The flowing river is particularly clear and transparent under the reflection of the silver moonlight. Walking into the deep mountains on this gray night, the silvery white light sets off the Woods more beautifully. The moon is no longer worried about people seeing the vicissitudes of wrinkles on her face. She puts down her hands, radiates the long-stored light, and shows her charm to the fullest, illuminating the way forward for those of us who walk at night. Looking down from the mountain, there is no figure, only a little light dangling in the bushes, and sometimes the cry of the nighthawk is shocking and creepy. We followed the big army, carrying a basket in one hand and a flashlight in the other, exploring deeply and shallowly, searching in the grass like mines and leaving them in a particularly hidden place. Occasionally stepping on a stone and slipping makes me shudder.
Dawn comes slowly, and a red sun rises from Ran Ran in the east. The morning sun is all over the earth, and the air in the misty mountain forest is particularly fresh. The crystal dew slipped down the leaves and jumped happily. At dawn, we each carried a basket of thigh mushrooms and sang folk songs all the way to the rising sun, forgetting fatigue and sleepiness.
The direction of home has been rising gracefully, and I took a deep breath, as if I smelled the fragrance of thigh mushrooms. ...