From the "cow dung roasted sweet potatoes" of the post-70s generation, to the "bring pots and pans" of the post-80s generation, to the memories of the post-90s generation that have gradually become blurred, picnics may only have "one thing left" Pack after pack of snacks”...

The former boy has grown up, and “picnic” – this unique taste of childhood, is still unforgettable for many people.

The happiness of the post-70s generation is "delicious food baked with dried cow dung"

Lao Zhu is a driver who was born in the early 1970s and is a native of Jiangshan. He said that when he was a child, his family lived in poverty, and like many other families, they sometimes ran out of food. Fortunately, a few friends went out for picnics from time to time. The sweet potatoes in the fields could satisfy their hunger, and the memory of the picnic was unforgettable.

“Roasting sweet potatoes was something I used to do when I was cutting firewood in the mountains when I was a kid. There is a large stone mountain in my hometown. The stones are very irregular. Maybe you can’t imagine the shape. Some are big at the top and small at the bottom. It’s just right. Build a stove. We first pick up some dry cow dung, use dry thatch to support the combustion, put a layer of dry cow dung in the middle, put another layer of dry cow dung on top... and then chop it after doing this. After chopping firewood, you can enjoy the fragrant delicious food. Although we often jump because of the burning of sweet potatoes, we still stuff them into our mouths desperately. In the end, everyone’s mouths are black.”

Lao Zhu said that now the days are getting better and better. Sometimes after get off work, he will make an appointment with a few childhood old friends to drink skewers. However, the happiness of childhood cannot be found.

Memories of those born in the 1980s "Let's go, bring the pots and pans"

"When I was a child, picnics were often organized in school. Who would bring the pot, who would bring the bowl, who would bring the oil, salt and sauce Jealousy, these teachers would make arrangements in advance. At that time, no one wanted to carry a pot. It was heavy and big, and it was difficult to lift it up.

Xiao Deng was born in the 1980s and now works in a unit in the West District of Quzhou. She seemed to have a lot to say about the fun picnics when she was a child.

“The teacher would first build the stove with bricks and stones. The food cooked is very simple, in my impression there are meatballs, vegetables, and noodles. The pot is boiling fragrantly, coupled with the fragrance of wild flowers, grass and trees around it, and listening to the gurgling stream at your feet, I'm afraid this can be called the real combination of color, fragrance and flavor. Several class cadres helped the teacher organize the work, and everyone else was chatting and playing games on the grass. By noon, everyone felt hungry, so they swarmed over to eat. In fact, many people were not full, and the teacher was able to eat. rare.

Xiao Deng still remembers that one time he cried because he had not eaten. "Who would have imagined that just by picking a bunch of wild flowers, there was not a single bit left to eat." "

The embarrassment of the post-90s generation "only has one package after another of snacks"

"Snacks are essential, such as Mimi shrimp crackers, hillbilly chicken legs, Shanghaojia potato chips, and ham Intestines, bread, Jianlibao...pack after pack of snacks, it seems like I can never finish them. In my memory, there are still boys making noises and girls jumping with anger. ”

About the picnic, Xiao Hu, who was born in the 1990s, only remembered scattered fragments. The only real picnic was in the sixth grade of elementary school. The school organized everyone to go to the Qujiang River. Xiao Hu and his classmates took Various tools and food came, including mushrooms, vegetables, meat, fish... and some classmates even brought a gas stove. Unfortunately, due to lack of experience, the picnic ended in a mess, Xiao Hu said with a smile. During the conference, the food was just washed with river water. The appearance and taste of the food were not very good, and no one could eat it. Later, the teacher simply took a few students to wander around in the nearby village. /p>