After the autumn rain, Trichoderma emerged one after another with golden longing, much like an exclamation point of missing, mixed in the Woods of Wudang Mountain, between the grass of Mulan Mountain and Yunwu Mountain, pushing the homesickness plot to the top of Yunshan.
? Every chapter and paragraph in my hometown decorated with the exclamation point of Trichoderma spp. has beautiful words, gorgeous chapters, full of spirituality and incomparable nobility. With the years flowing leisurely, the mountain breeze swaying wantonly, and the warmth of dew embellishing, the bug hesitates. In the missing paragraph, she looks more affectionate, golden in color and unforgettable in the past.
? Before the essay of hometown appeared, Trichoderma existed in autumn, in Shan Ye and in the grass. She has the feeling of being in charge. Although she is a minority in Shan Ye, she belongs to the elite. She makes the finishing point in her hometown and also undertook the basic rations of my childhood.
It was just after the autumn rain, and at noon in the scorching sun, my father appeared at the kitchen door in wet clothes and carrying a small basket full of golden yellow fungus. The father in that scene was particularly tall, which made my hungry stomach feel intimate and joyful. Mother, who is waiting for rice in the pot, is not waiting for rice, but a basket of golden yellow silk fungus. Mother didn't say anything, so she poured the Trichoderma into the basin, began to pick up the weeds and leaves inside, broke off the mycorrhiza stained with yellow soil, scooped up two scoops of water, cleaned the Trichoderma, and then cooked the Trichoderma with clear water and practiced her cooking. For me, who lived on wild vegetables for three days in a row and never saw a grain of rice, Trichoderma spp. is just a thing to fill my stomach.
My hometown is a small village at the foot of Wudang Mountain in western Hubei. On the Guishan Mountain behind the house, there are some Trichoderma spp. In those years, as long as there was no food at home, Trichoderma spp. became the staple food of my family. In this essay of my family, she emphasized the weight of hunger, the value of survival, the responsibility of the father, the cooking of the mother, and the role of supporting the growth of a family, all of which are precious. I just didn't emphasize the true feelings of a young me.
When it appeared again, the conditions at home were much better. The two brothers of the uncle's family came back from Qinghai to visit relatives. Before leaving, they always got some good dishes. Mother asked father to go to the mountain to pick up some yellow silk fungus and stir-fry shredded pork. My father took me to the back mountain, and he skillfully walked among the leaves. The rich mountain forest instantly became the green rice paper for my father to write about his family. He bowed his head and drowned in the green thatch for a while, much like a lyric sentence without a subject. Although he lacked a subject, his feelings were deep and rich. Later, he used his hands and feet in the mountain forest to reprimand Fang Qiu and communicate with trees without Trichoderma. I also walked in the family atmosphere created by my father according to the way my father searched for Trichoderma.
Later, after immigrants came to Huangpi, they were often stung by the golden color of Trichoderma in their dreams. Are the Kameyama Mountain, the old house and the river in my hometown, my family in Qinghai, my classmates who still live in my hometown and have not seen each other for many years, and those things related to Trichoderma spp. kept their original appearance? Time flies, so many things can be washed away. Except for Trichoderma spp., maybe they are all ethereal and changeable. The yellow silk fungus is still calm and simple, becoming the protagonist of this essay in my hometown.
Today, my friend posted a few photos of Trichoderma spp. that she picked recently in the WeChat group. When I saw the photos, I felt very cordial as if I saw many grandparents I had never met, even Hanshui and Wudang Mountain thousands of miles away. She makes me feel that everything is beautiful but the kindness of Trichoderma, and people will not feel lonely no matter how far they go.
My father told me: "Only when there is Trichoderma in the mountain can the mountain be spiritual." Yes! For me, Trichoderma spp. is not only a token of my nostalgia for my hometown, but also an extension of responsibility, responsibility and affection handed down by my parents. Writing this essay today is also the first life lesson I want to teach children. Although Trichoderma spp. grew up in a remote place in a mountainous area, her spirit is commendable, and she has feelings of missing, affection and responsibility.
In the prose of my hometown, I will use the exclamation point of Trichoderma to express my unchanging initial heart!