I was born in the mountains. I have been drinking the water from the mountains, blowing the wind from the mountains, listening to the chirping of the birds in the mountains, and bathing in the sunshine from the mountains. I am a child of the mountains and I grew up in the mountains.

I have a unique feeling for the mountains. I like them to be towering, rolling, and unfathomable. I always feel that there are endless treasures in the mountains, and I always like to go into the mountains to explore those unknown secrets.

When I was a child, we went to the mountains to pick wild mushrooms, pick bracken, and pull bamboo shoots...and dried them in the sun to make delicacies on the table. Only when I grew up did I realize that these were real natural mountain delicacies.

We went out to dig Gastrodia elata. We heard from our parents that Gastrodia elata has high medicinal value; we went to the mountains to pick up pecans, to the woods to peel off the bark of gallnut seeds, and to look for robin shells on the trees... These were our incomes.

We rely on the mountains and eat the mountains.

Summer is here, we go to the mountains to enjoy the mountain breeze and sit under the shade of trees to cool off.

We drank the mountain spring water with our hands, it was cool and sweet.

In those years, we spent happy time in the mountains without refrigerators or air conditioning.

Although the mountains were rich in products, at that time, transportation was inconvenient and information was limited.

The common people's harvest depends entirely on God's blessings. In the event of drought or flood, the common people's harvest will be greatly reduced.

When I was a child, my father said the most to me: "You should study hard, and when you grow up, go out of the mountains and see the outside world." Finally, I left the place where I was born and raised with confusion and longing for the outside world.

My mountain.

I have forgotten how long it has been since I went to the mountains to pick up wild mushrooms, dig gastrodia elata, peel off the bark of azalea seeds, and pull bamboo shoots... More than 20 years have passed since we said goodbye.

Yesterday, my friend said that she would take us to dig bamboo shoots in the mountains of her hometown. I was as excited as a child and responded enthusiastically.

We set off with the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

Along the way, the mountain road winds gracefully.

From time to time, friends tell us stories about the mountains.

I rolled down the window, inhaled the fresh mountain air, and looked at the blooming mountain flowers outside the car.

April is the most beautiful day in the world, and the flowers in the mountains are also blooming.

Finally we arrived and we parked the car.

The little yellow dog smelling the scent of strangers first barked alertly, causing the other dogs to respond, and the chicken crows also came, one after another, echoing the echoes in the mountains, playing deep in the mountains.

The welcome song... This scene instantly extended into my memory, and overlapped with long-lost memories... In front of me, some abandoned rural courtyards looked like they had not been inhabited for many years. They were like old parents, still living there.

In the mountains, I watch the mountains, waiting for my children who have gone far away to come back, and shelter them from the wind and rain.

We picked up the hoe and went directly to the back of our friend's house. The backyard was a bamboo forest. The bamboos in the bamboo garden were densely packed and varied in thickness.

Without the care of their owners, they remain green and tall, which is also the proud character of bamboo.

There were bamboo shoots sprouting all over the ground and outside, and we dug a big bag of them in a short time.

There was a pile of abandoned bottles and cans in front of the house. We collected them, took them to the sink, cleaned them, and took them back to plant flowers and grass.

On the side of the road, there are rows of Du Zhong trees, with their newly sprouted buds dancing in the spring breeze.

I closed my eyes, smelled the fresh air, listened to the roosters and dogs crowing, and let my thoughts wander, as if I had returned to my childhood in my hometown.

Occasionally, we will encounter cars returning to the mountains. They are probably nearby residents. They often take time to come back to plant crops and vegetable gardens, often traveling between the county town and their hometown.

Recently, the environment has improved, national policies have also favored rural areas, the roads in the mountains have become wider, the mountains have become greener, and the houses built have become more spacious and bright.

Rural infrastructure has been continuously improved, with water, electricity and network cables readily available.