Thirst for meat and thirst for wild vegetables and native vegetables prose

Every time I go to the market, the wild vegetables on the vegetable stall always catch my attention, and I will buy some of them, and every time there are wild vegetables at the feast, I will eat them more deliciously. Every time I go back to my hometown, I will call my friends to go to the mountains, ditches, and fields to pick all kinds of wild vegetables, make all kinds of dishes, eat them with relish, and chew a kind of bitter happiness.

Because wild vegetables not only witnessed the rapid change of life, but also reminded me of my bitter and happy childhood.

At that time, the hometown was very poor, there was no electricity, there was only one. A tribal orange road can only barely pass on sunny days, and people are struggling to survive on the food and clothing line, and rice and wild vegetable soup are the main body on the dinner table. Only during the New Year's holidays or when guests come to the house, there will be red rice, bacon fried garlic sprouts or chicken and duck on the dinner table.

Even people with slightly better living conditions don't have meat to eat every day.

Every day, parents and villagers work hard to maintain the food and clothing of the family, and they have to think of ways to make money for their children to go to school. After finishing the work, we always pick a few handfuls of wild vegetables and take them home to enrich our three meals a day. Mother felt sorry for us and was always not afraid of trouble, and changed her ways to cook all kinds of dishes for us, although there was no other better dish to match, we ate very well.

I feel sorry for my mother, and in my spare time outside of study, I try my best to do housework, and when I have a small group, I will go up the mountain to look for wild vegetables, from which I experience the hardships of finding wild vegetables, and I cherish the wild vegetables on the table more and love my mother more. Perhaps, it was at that time that I developed the habit of eating wild vegetables.

When the dishes on the table were getting better and better, and the villagers were smiling on their faces, I went out of the mountains to study outside, and since then I rarely eat wild vegetables, but my parents in my hometown have saved money for my tuition and miscellaneous expenses, and I have to go up the mountain from time to time to find wild vegetables to enrich the three meals a day on the table. And I always dream of my mother's figure in my dreams, and hear my mother's words that she often says: "Life will be fine in the future".

Nowadays, the life of the hometown is thriving, the appearance of the village has undergone fundamental changes, the highway is smooth and tidy, there are vehicles passing by from time to time, the construction of the new countryside is in full swing, many families have bought cars, installed **, bought various household appliances, and lived a life of wine and meat.

Every time I came home, my mother would cook a big table of hearty meals, and she would always say to me, "Eat more and drink less."

It's hard to shirk the hospitality of relatives and friends, I will bring good wine to guests, and there are always big fish and meat on the table, which makes me feel the warm family and friendship at the same time, and sometimes talk to them about the days of wild vegetables. Friends will say that they occasionally go to the mountains to find wild vegetables to improve their ......

The people back home have really changed.

Sometimes I think that wild herbs are just a general term for a non-poisonous plant, which at some time was used to satisfy the needs of people's stomachs, but now it has become a fashion.

People who remember the bittersweet memories, like me, love to eat wild vegetables, and it is no wonder that they love to eat wild vegetables!