While the autumn sun is not dry and the breeze is just right, I carry a basket and my children and walk along the field ridges to pick the last crop of wild vegetables of the year. Baby garlic and sweet potato leaves were my goals.

The fields in autumn are a bit depressed, and it is not yet time for the crops to be harvested, so there are no people in the fields. All life shows signs of decline, and is dejected and lifeless.

The children chased a grasshopper for a while, and then dug into chest-high weeds to pick jujubes. For them who were not often in contact with nature, everything was new and interesting.

Autumn was the most interesting time for us at that time. There were countless delicious and fun things. You must hunt for buffalo after the first rain in Beginning of Autumn. You can catch dozens of them every time. Remove the wings and fry them in a pan, and you will have the delicacy of childhood.

When the little jujubes are mature, they often can't sit in the classroom with peace of mind. Just thinking about it will make saliva overflow from the corners of their mouths. As soon as school is over, they run to the hillside behind the village with a huff, and when the sun is getting westward, , then I slipped back home contentedly with my bulging schoolbag.

What I look forward to the most is the autumn break every year. The adults caught us and went to the fields to help, but we were nowhere to be found in a short time. The fat and fat grasshoppers under the sweet potato leaves and cotton plants had already disappeared. People were led away.

There are two kinds of grasshoppers. One has no tail and can make a sound. The adults said that it was a male grasshopper and could not be eaten, so they had to catch it for fun. There is a kind of female grasshopper with a long tail and a round belly that we are looking for hard, and there is also a very large grasshopper, which is called "Deng Daoshan" in our place. Both of these things can be eaten. Delicious, just place it next to the cooking stove and simmer it carefully, and you can enjoy a delicious meal.

At that time, everything I ate was delicious. The roasted corn in the fields, cooked sweet potatoes, and a handful of green garlic sprouts could be eaten with dry and hard steamed buns. With relish.

The only wild vegetables left in this season are small roots of garlic. Let’s assume that sweet potato leaves are not considered wild vegetables. After all, they are the product of artificial labor.

Small root garlic, a wild vegetable with strong vitality, sprouts in spring and autumn a year, and often grows on the edges of fields where farmers rest after working. Therefore, during busy farming seasons, you can see it in the rice cooker almost every day. to its shadow.

When I get home, I pull a handful of them, put them under the water, mix them with sweet potato leaves, and finally sprinkle in the garlic sprouts seasoned with oil and salt, and a meal full of local flavor is ready. This is the flavor I ate most when I was a kid.

Sometimes I pick a little more, pickle it carefully with salt, put it into cans, and use it to replenish food when there is a shortage of dishes.

At that time, the three meals a day were only fruits and vegetables in season, and the soup was often soup with little water, but it was still a happy and safe meal. Nowadays, there is a dazzling array of dishes, but somehow they are often tasteless.

When I went home and made a pot of clear soup noodles using the same recipe as my childhood, my little daughter stared and asked, "Isn't this grass? Mom wants to give us grass to eat!" Amid the laughter of the family, the daughter I ate two bowls of "grass" happily. I wonder if the child will still remember the taste of this bowl of "grass" many years later.