Wenyang

"Selling sweet potatoes, fresh and delicious sweet potatoes." Passing the farmer's market at noon, I saw two little brothers and sisters carrying a basket with earthy smell, and wild melons with red sauce were selling. "How much is a catty, sweet?" Under the warm greeting of the children, I picked up one and put it in my mouth, and bit it gently. Suddenly, a familiar sweet smell filled my mouth instantly ... The scene of looking for wild sweet potatoes on the hillside in my childhood reappeared in front of my eyes.

Speaking of wild sweet potatoes, today's children may have never heard of them at all, let alone know what they are and what they look like.

Wild sweet potatoes often grow on the edge of fields, a long, creeping wild vine that looks like a centipede. Even in the crevices of barren sandstone or slate, they flourish, full of green. In the mature season, you can find it by poking the thick leaves on the vine. There are often dozens of them on a vine, which are the size of a thumb, like small loquats, with little white bumps scattered on the peel. Immature wild sweet potatoes are grayish brown or cyan, but when they are ripe, they become red and attractive. The wild sweet potato is also divided into male and female, and the pulp of the male sweet potato is full of red juice, which is fragrant and edible. As soon as the mother sweet potato is pulled open, there are only brown melon seeds without water, and some of them contain small ants. Adults say that eating them by mistake will cause stomachache and even poisoning. If we accidentally eat the mother sweet potato by mistake, we will vomit it up immediately, so don't mention how embarrassing it is.

"Sweet potatoes are ripe in June, but rotten in July and a half." In my childhood, when summer came, my friends began to look forward to the maturity of wild melons. It was a delicious food in our childhood. At that time, most children were poor at home, and their parents could not afford spare money to buy snacks for them. When they were greedy, they had to go all over the mountains to find wild fruits to eat.

At that time, as soon as the wild sweet potatoes were ripe, the friends in the yard invited them and went up the hill to dig out the wild sweet potatoes with great interest. Under the scorching sun in June, everyone can't take care of getting oily all over, or hunching over, or squatting half-way. They concentrate on opening the green sweet potato vines and carefully look for the ripe sweet potato-gently pinch it with their hands, and the red and soft sweet potato is ripe. Sometimes, from a vine, you can pick several cooked sweet potatoes that are huddled together. "Wow, there are so many here!" "Look, this one is so big" ... There were screams and laughter on the slope for a while.

in a short time, we each harvested a bag full of cooked sweet potatoes, so we went home triumphantly, gently poured the wild sweet potatoes into a big basin, then poured several large scoops of cool well water into the basin, and then gently washed away the soil attached to the melon skin by hand. After washing, they became clean and shiny one by one. Looking at the sweet potatoes, which were ruddy and glittering all over, like little red lanterns, our mouths were watering like little greedy cats. We couldn't wait to grab one and put it in the mouth, and then we ate it up and shouted ostentatiously, "How sweet!" The sweet juice is refreshing, and it's really pleasant.

the past is like smoke. Since I went to work and went to town, although I haven't eaten wild sweet potatoes in my hometown for so many years, the fresh and sweet taste has always remained in my memory. It brought joy to my childhood and accompanied my childhood growth ... < P > "Sell them all to me!" I bought all the wild melons left in my brother and sister's basket. The two brothers and sisters happily packed it for me and politely said to me, "Thank you, uncle!" " I quickly gave a hand. In fact, it's me who should say thank you. It's my little brother and sister who let me relive the innocent and beautiful childhood memories that have gone away!

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