Picking a spoon

In the early morning of May, the sun shyly poked out the head from the east side of the mountain. The road was swaying in the Baiyun Mountain, which had just been washed by the rain and foggy. The people on the winding road were bustling and the morning exercisers. And the tourists formed a five-color dragon on the road. The whole Baiyun Mountain is very beautiful and magical, as if it has become a fairyland...

The scoop is another beautiful scenery on the Baiyun Mountain. On the side of the road, the hillside is everywhere. The white, red and pink pearl-like particles, together with the faint fragrance of the wind, can’t help but flow out. Saliva. Because it was Sunday, there were a lot of people going up the mountain. My mom and dad, like other people, left the road to pick up the scoop on the hillside.

We walked up the slopes along the gully above the mobile company's signal tower in the direction of the stone Buddha temple and climbed up the hillside. There were many people picking up the scoop on the hillside. Some of them had basins; some held enamel tanks. Some carry the food bag; some directly pick up the picked calves with a fine grass. There are a lot of scoops on the hillside. After a while, my father and mother have picked up three or four. I also picked up one at the same time, and we happily enjoyed the gift of nature..., unconsciously. It was the place where the wild vegetables were last collected.

It was four weeks ago, probably April 14. My father and I came here to pick up wild vegetables. At that time, there were many kinds of wild vegetables, such as dandelion, wild donkey, small tooth mustard, and ginseng. Especially the ginseng, it was dripped with milk like milk, which can be eaten raw. The sweet and delicious taste makes people Think of it as a drool. Most of the ginseng I took had me eat it while I was eating it. My father handed me one or two ginsengs from time to time and reminded me to eat slowly.

I remember that when my dad and I walked about four meters from the top right, my father asked me to climb up the path. He then arrived. When I turned and lifted my right foot, I suddenly heard a bang. It turned out to be a snake. It is about 130 centimeters long, yellow-green skin, and the same color as the weeds under my feet. If it doesn't move, it can't find its existence, its skin. That kind of color is not beautiful at all. However, its eyes are like two large flower bud seeds. The black hair is bright and bright, and the letter in its mouth keeps telescopic and swaying. After it escapes my foot, it does not leave, its The tip of the tail stopped at a distance of seven or eight centimeters from my right foot. After turning around, I put my head on the small road in front of me. The whole body formed a profiled U, and I didn’t intend to leave. I At that time, I was scared of a cold sweat, and even the hand holding the scoop was straight. Dad said: "Don't be afraid, it is a yellow snake, no poison, very good." I heard that it is a non-toxic snake, very docile, and that it grows so thick but only about 130 centimeters long, looks fat and a bit stupid, even a little cute, and slowly not afraid. I tried the beans and learned the eagle to scare it. It swayed a few letters in the mouth, as if to say, don't play tricks, I can hear that this is not the eagle's cry; I gently kicked its tip with the tip of the toe. I saw that its tail was sharply moved forward and moved less than ten centimeters. The head was also biased towards me, as if to say that this is my territory, it is you who left. It simply does not intend to leave, wants to cross it from the head and fear that it can bite people even though it is a non-toxic snake. Dad wants to find a stick to pick it up and go somewhere else so that I can pass, but I can't find the stick. It’s really a good time to be a husband. We had to return and climb up from another small road.

On the hill beam, we met Wang Xiao, a small teacher from Chengguan, and several other uncles. I also met the grandmother of Ji Kang. She is already in her 70s. She also took the pick of her brother. child. Everyone is familiar with each other and exchanges their own labor achievements and experiences. Everyone is full of gifts this day.

Gansu Minnan Kang County Chengguan a small fourth grade: Jiang Zhiyuan