In my hometown, Bin County, there is a small river in the city, Huangjian, which flows out from the Nangou of the county. In 1970s and 1980s, people in this county drank the water from this river. The streams in Huangjian are clear and the water is sweet and refreshing. All the loess gullies and tributaries converge and flow into Huangjian, Jinghe, Weihe and the Yellow River, the mother river, far away. Along the Yellow River, there are dozens of villages along the banks of the river, including our village. A long time ago, people along the river grew up eating the water of this river, so Huang Jianhe is also my mother river. My family lives in the source of Huangjianxi, which is Sanqiao Village, Didian Township, and then comes down to our village. At the source of Huangjianxi, there are many childhood memories and many unknown plants. Although I have never been to the stream in the ditch in recent years, all the good memories in the ditch are vivid in my mind. . . . . .
There, there is a dense black locust forest, and Chinese pine is planted in the forest farm. I planted Chinese pine on Arbor Day in junior high school. Scutellaria baicalensis Georgi, Bupleurum chinense, winter flower, Sophora flavescens, licorice and other precious medicinal materials. In the 1970s, wolves, foxes, pheasants, rabbits and other animals appeared. When I was a child, I herded sheep, dug wild celery, collected firewood, herded cattle and played by the stream. I am very happy. The most interesting thing is to go to the ditch with my mother after the Double Ninth Festival and dig winter flowers by the Yellow River.
Speaking of winter flowers, because they are nameless, they bloom in ravines and streams and generally grow on the shady side of mountains. She is not strict about the soil. Because of anonymity, many people certainly don't know; According to historical records, it has been found in Shaanxi, Gansu, Qinghai, Tibet and Xinjiang in northwest China. Winter flowers, also known as flowers, look at snuff, wormwood flowers and nine-nine flowers. They are the buds of Farfara farfara, a compositae plant, and can be used as medicine. Compendium of Materia Medica records that flowers contain sterols such as farfaradiol, rutin, hyperoside, triterpenoid saponin, tannin, wax, volatile oil and dandelion lutein. Can be used for treating paroxysmal cough, persistent cough, lung abscess with chest fullness, asthma, chronic tracheitis, etc. Perennial plants in Compositae usually have three to five dark green leaves and purple stems. Winter flowers usually bloom at the junction of stems and roots. The ground is invisible, and the size is one to three centimeters. Vivid appearance and color. Just like the buds that are about to bloom in the peach blossom garden in spring.
After the Double Ninth Festival in Weibei, it has been cold and humid. The temperature difference between day and night is large, and most people in good health put on sweaters, whether it is wheat seedlings in crops or grass on the ground. When they get up in the morning, the buds are covered with crystal dew, the quiet village is filled with smoke, and chrysanthemums are everywhere on the roadside. If you hear laughter, you will see groups of uncles, aunts, big girls and kannika nimtragol in the village, each carrying a bag sewn with broken flowers and pouting. They are going to dig winter flowers. Digging winter flowers is a very meaningful thing. The county medicine company has set up a medicine retail store in the town, and a catty of winter flowers can sell for one yuan. In 723, a dollar was very useful. At that time, one yuan could pay two semesters' tuition. Now children go to school, and snacks are not one yuan every morning, at least two yuan. One yuan can buy five packs of matches and five strands of sewing thread. If you make noodles in the town canteen, you can buy five or six bowls for two food stamps at 80 cents, two bowls of noodles and a big chopping board, and a mutton powder soup is only two yuan. That's like money now. Eating a bowl of noodles without meat flavor is 12 or 3 yuan, or more noodles and less soup. A person can't eat enough without a dozen or twenty dollars for a meal, just like a ghost ticket. Therefore, digging winter flowers is still very popular with aunts, aunts and girls. Their tattered cloth schoolbags are full of dry food they ate that day. At that time, the dry food was just some sorghum facial paper, which contained sauerkraut, or corn flour was a thick stick. If you don't knead the corn flour, it will fall off as soon as you knead it. It's like a 24-hour non-stop snack for children, girls and kannika nimtragol. My aunt and aunt, as well as my sister and sister in the village, are handsome, clean, diligent and capable, although they all eat badly, and they are eager to fall behind. A group of people talked and laughed all the way, and my mother was one of them. I play with my mother every Sunday at most, just to help her pick winter flowers from her roots. Flowers in winter usually grow on the shady side of Huangjianhe River. She was never born in the right place. She doesn't need fertilizer or a greenhouse. She can live on any yellow mud. Of course, there are grass beaches flowing from mountains and rivers, many of which are very big. Generally speaking, people work in the mud. At that time, having a pair of rain boots was a luxury. Even if there are, no one wants to wear them to climb mountains and dig winter flowers. Flowers in winter are difficult to dig. The Yellow River in September is frozen in the morning and evening, windy at noon, but still scorching in the sun. Dig it out of the grass, then pick it, and you must wash it in the Huangjian River at any time. At that time, all you ate at home was well water, and all the men had finished their farm work. In the evening, they worked overtime to pump water from the deep well of 100 meters. Water is precious, but it is not polluted. It is very sweet and can quench your thirst. Digging winter flowers, you have to walk a lot in one day, over mountains and mountains, across rivers and streams, which is common. My main task is to follow the adults, pay attention to their food, belongings and clothes, and play near their winter flowers. From time to time, a group of pheasants will suddenly fly out of the grass for fear of being frightened. The pheasant's feathers are very beautiful, and the longest can reach one meter. When you take it off, you will hang one or two because of the brush, and you can also sell it. It can be used to make clothes for the troupe. Of course, I just picked it up for fun. In late autumn, there are red, yellow and green leaves at the source of the Yellow River. She is beautiful, like a carpet woven by a fairy, and like a painter's freehand landscape painting. Although there are no red maple leaves in my hometown, the autumn colors in my hometown are not inferior at all. Soft jujube (persimmon rootstock, like persimmon, tastes like persimmon and can be eaten) is all over the mountain. With the repeated abuse of frost and cold, it first turns from green to yellow, and then from yellow to orange. There are persimmons, and the fruits are all over the treetops. A string of persimmons, like orange lanterns, soft jujube leaves and persimmon leaves, are as red as flames after being baptized by old frost. Boxwood leaves are yellow, and red willow leaves are red. It's really beautiful. Cut the red willow branches with a knife, leave them for a few days, add white stripes, and add some Vitex negundo (shrubs and Vitex negundo can be mounted) to make a basket for digging winter flowers. Spring can also be used to pick wild garlic and pinch alfalfa buds, which is especially beautiful and durable. There are many interesting things like this in my hometown Huang Jianxi. Digging winter flowers can not only make money, but also have a happy day with my mother. It's an unforgettable pleasure in life.
In the evening, the sunset came home reluctantly, and everyone sat by the river to wash their hands and feet, wash winter flowers and eat dry food. Then they picked a persimmon from the tree to eat. It was sweet and delicious, and it moistened the lungs. Crawling in the Yellow River and drinking some cold water is really a pleasure. Then compare who digs the most, and the person who digs more will get everyone's praise, which is nothing more than "this girl is fast, and it is cheaper to marry a child." One by one, I am happy. After washing in the river, you can go to see the winter flowers. Wow, the pink coat and buds are all like little beauties. It's beautiful to sleep shy and quiet in a box. Everyone is carrying a schoolbag or a basket of winter flowers, singing folk songs and laughing all the way home. A catty of wet winter flowers is half a catty to six ounces of dry winter flowers. Digging eight or nine catties a day and selling them for five dollars is terrible. At that time, a working day of the production team was only worth 70 cents. With this five dollars, my aunt and aunt could arrange 20 days of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in half a month, and my eldest girl and daughter-in-law could buy colorful colored silk threads and plain cloth at the market with the money from selling winter flowers to prepare their own wedding dresses.
Mom is different. I sold dried flowers in winter and bought me school supplies. That year, my father was paralyzed and bought medicine for him with the money from selling winter flowers, but it was the money from digging winter flowers that cured him. It is this money that sells winter flowers for my school; Therefore, I am grateful for the winter flowers in my hometown of Huang Jianhe. Winter flowers absorb the meager fertility of the earth, and their pharmacological effects are as beautiful as her appearance. Brought good news to thousands of families. During the year when my father was ill, my mother couldn't get water from the deep well, so all my uncles and brothers in the village helped her get water. Once, my mother carried a pair of big wooden barrels, each containing 120 kilograms of water. My mother picked four buckets of water, covered in sweat, and didn't eat anything at home. I couldn't bear to eat what little corn flour I had, so I left it to my brother and sister and my sick father. Hungry and thirsty, she drank a spoonful of cold water with a horse spoon at home. With this spoonful of cold water, my mother has been coughing since then and has never been cured. I have seen a doctor many times, and the doctor said that the dug winter flowers can relieve cough. My mother really coughed badly, so she soaked the dug winter flowers in water and drank them, which eased the pain a little. Later, I went to the county hospital and found many old Chinese medicine practitioners. Even the silver bracelet that her father bought her when she got married was paid for medical treatment. However, God kept his eyes open and finally came and didn't cure her. In the end, the mother missed her child, left her father who had worked hard all her life, and passed away quietly. It's so sad to walk, so sad to walk ... My mother has left, and there are still half a basket of winter flowers on the cave wall at home. When I look at the half basket of winter flowers, I feel grateful. Although it failed to cure the mother's illness, it also alleviated the pain and severe pain during her illness. . . . . .
So whenever late autumn comes and the Double Ninth Festival in September, I will think of my childhood, the Huangjianhe in my hometown, my mother and the flaming winter flowers. I love flowers in winter, I love Huang Jianhe, and I love the land of my hometown even more. I miss my relatives and friends, I miss my beautiful young mother, and I miss the last romance with me.