Miles of spring into the picture scroll, a hundred red and purple fight Fangfei, the world shows a kind of unspeakable beauty, that a piece, a bush, a cluster of emerging alfalfa field looks more people feel gratified.
Yes! If there is no, in the fluttering, spring came in stride; flowers also curly and elegantly opened, and alfalfa and silently green.
Clover, also known as four-leaf clover, is said to have grown in the Garden of Eden a long, long time ago, and its four leaves represent love, health, honor, and wealth. The person who gets this kind of grass can get the special favor of the goddess of fortune. Later, Eve secretly took the four-leaf clover out of the Garden of Eden, and from then on this beautiful clover grass settled down on earth.
Alfalfa is rooted and vigorous. You can cut a crop and it will grow. It doesn't matter if it's flat or on a hill, in the wind or in the rain.
No need to hoe, no need to fertilize, no need to pull up seedlings, no need to water. As if its tenacity is innate. Always vibrant, always fluffy. That kind of verdant green, that kind of tender and delicate, as if to paint the colors of spring into a green painting.
I like alfalfa, not because of its good looks, not because of its tenacious vitality, but because I like to eat alfalfa.
The old poem says: "Planted into alfalfa Mr. rice, made on the hibiscus hermit clothes". Not long after the sprouting of the first crop of alfalfa, tender, green, washed and chopped to cook a plate of cold up, the taste of sweet, fresh, look at a glance on the people love. Eating is more fragrant, let you appetite. Today's life has to be much better and much better, tired of big fish and meat people want to change taste, want to taste fresh, and this time of year to say fresh alfalfa, really is one in a hundred.
Alfalfa is delicious and there are many ways to eat, but the best must be the first crop of spring just came. Wait until the first crop of alfalfa grows to four or five inches high when the hand carefully pinched down, so that you can avoid alfalfa mixed with other unclean things. At this time the leaves, stems, and roots of the alfalfa can be eaten. Then cleaned, cooked, can be cold, can be stir-fried, can be made into cakes and noodles, can be mashed into cakes. In short, the same thing can make a variety of delicious dishes.
When I was a child, my family was always poor, alfalfa became a lifesaver. I remember many times, I carried a basket, called a few partners, and took advantage of the dark and windy night to steal alfalfa.
At that time, alfalfa was a precious thing, and the team specialized in taking care of it all night long. So the whole process of stealing alfalfa is like a Hollywood movie, which is full of thrill.
A person dare not go, more people and easy to expose, it is best to two or three best friends, a person in the alfalfa field on the edge of the lookout, the rest of the scattered emergency action, the success of the stolen alfalfa everyone equally divided.
Although the whole process of stealing alfalfa is organized and carried out carefully, but there are still times when the people who take care of the alfalfa are caught, then, the alfalfa is not taken, according to the custom of stealing alfalfa basket will also be confiscated, at that time, although it is just an inconspicuous basket, but it is also a small loss.
I remember a time when two of my friends and I went to a neighboring village to steal alfalfa from a place called Huluzui Northwest, and the old man who took care of the alfalfa planted a bundle of sorghum poles in the middle of the alfalfa field, and simply decorated them so that they would be seen as a person standing in the night, and used them to scare the people who stole the alfalfa in the night.
Because it is far from the village we two free to pinch a basket of alfalfa, out of the care of alfalfa people dissatisfaction, before leaving and mischievous sorghum poles tied dummy to push down. This thing is still remembered still feel a little overdone.
I have the impression that my mother is an expert in making alfalfa rice, and she can make the usual alfalfa rice without repetition and make people never tire of eating it. The first meal was hot chowder, stir-fried with alfalfa in a little oil, and then made some alfalfa soup to eat. The next meal churn cut into square lumps, the pot blanched alfalfa half, burned soup rice to eat, not enough to eat, and then a alfalfa vegetable bun to eat.
Alfalfa vegetable buns, that is, alfalfa pick clean, chopped with a cleaver, mixed with a bit of flour, kneaded into a vegetable dough, cut into a cake-like, in the pot steamed, dish pour some vinegar, mixed with a bit of dried chili noodles, and then put some of the ground to pick up the garlic, dipped in the juice to eat. Anyway, it is inseparable from the alfalfa, leave the alfalfa, just hungry to go.
Plucking alfalfa, digging bitter vegetables, and stroking elm money, the thought was immediately led back to the childhood years.
The river, the hillside, the grove; catching butterflies, picking wildflowers, digging out bird's nests.
The days of my childhood were as beautiful as the green hills and water, and as clear as the blue sky and white clouds. Though I didn't have enough to eat every time, I was carefree and happy. The forest birds chirping sound, the mountain winds blowing Xu Xu, looking back as if it were a dream.
It's been a long time since I've been to the countryside, and a few days ago, a friend showed me pictures of colorful clover on the Internet, so I thought the annual clover season had arrived. I'm not sure if it's a good idea to go back to the old days, but I'm sure it's a good idea to go back to the old days, and I'm sure it's a good idea to go back to the old days. If so, I would like to go back to pinch the alfalfa again, and eat the fragrant alfalfa rice again.
I always feel that the world is bigger than a heart, and the world is farther than a dream.
The time flies, time passes, now a lot of memories have been far away, a lot of memories tend to fade, but the story about alfalfa is more and more new, suddenly Xu my heart has always had a childhood dream.