The mother-in-law flower is named heartfelt prose

Returning from poverty alleviation yesterday, slept most of the day, until the evening party woke up. Downstairs, in the room rummage some food casually eat, and then go out to take a turn. It so happened that a few colleagues are also outside the school door to see the farmers Yang rapeseed, black bright rapeseed and gray rapeseed pods in the spreading was clearly distinguishable, a good heap of rapeseed, the harvest is not bad. We all marveled at the villagers and chatted with them for a few moments, and then a few people walked down towards the south.

That is a section of abandoned asphalt dregs padded gravel road, although some uneven, but just after a rain shower to go but not muddy. The road on both sides of the apricot tree, I picked two apricots, half green, not red, invited everyone to eat. They all bobbed their heads and the only expression on their faces was "sour". I took a bite, and someone snorted and joked, "Eat it, it's sour!"

"Hey, hey, look." Someone else picked up on it, "Big old man, even more sour, and still give birth to a grasshopper!" It made everyone laugh.

Further down the slope, on both sides of the crop field and an orchard, the wheat is already yellow, if the weather is good, I believe that three or five days will be able to harvest.

Someone said, "Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look.

"Really, now the baby do not eat this. Alas, in the past conditions are poor, poor, nothing to eat, wheat yellow when grabbing the ears of wheat to burn wheat to eat, eat a mouth black, a wipe also do not care. When it's hot, you can catch a robin and burn it to eat, and you don't mind. Corn is almost ripe, then go to burn tender corn, cackle bla bla bla burn soybeans. The essence into the exhaustion, also can not eat a full stomach."

"Now the children are more delicate, in the past, when I was a child, no one cared, full of ditches and puddles are gone. Summer digging medicine, firewood, soft thorns and windbreaks, sold the money but also handed over to the big (more) people (parents). Occasionally hide half of the gross, but also with the older brother and brother to come to an offensive and defensive alliance."

"Cutting firewood in winter, a big bundle in the middle of the day, can't carry it, but also have to carry it. Some of the baby also poor, fine body wear cotton jacket, born pine old stupid (born too stupid), know that the road in front of the pit full of jujube thorns, mouth chanting 'careful rolling ditch, careful rolling ditch', the result of running in the forefront on their own to roll down. Harmed by the people behind the effort to pull him up, we look, covered with date thorns, too poor. So let him take off the cotton jacket, don't move, a long time before a good can not be a one by one to pull out all the date thorns on his body, he also gave him a pain melon, all around the blood eye."

Walked all the way to the north and south road, on the cement road to the west, somehow talk about the electricity. Some people say that in the past, people are not professional, when connecting the electricity is not divided into zero line and fire line, the result of changing the light bulb is obviously off the switch, but accidentally touched the lamp head touched the electricity, the hand thrown away, half of the arm was beaten numb.

I also had such an experience, but later learned from the good, once the switch on the door when riding on the door, there is no insulated pliers on the plastic wrapped in the wire before taking the hand to grab, so very few of the dangers of electricity. On the contrary, cousin cut wheat that year, on the roof of the baking tobacco building to pick apricots accidentally grabbed the wire, a moment of release, cousin in a hurry to climb on the roof to the iron fork handle to hand over to poke in the palm of his hand before prying open the hand, and now thinking about it is frightening.

Some people talk about fighting, said that when I was a child, I always love to wrestle with my buddies, and the bumps and bruises are not a big deal. Once, a reckless man provoked their little brother and sister, the result is that they joined forces, a hold waist, a kick, instantly put him on the ground, a harbor on his waist, the man actually don't have a dagger, how terrible. Now that I think about it, that raw son of kung fu is not yet home, now meet with him still feel funny. Yes, the fight does not lie in how big your block, but in the ability to go down to the hand, there is no dexterity. When I was a kid, I was afraid of fighting. Whether it was for real or for fun, I was always the loser. Once I was escorted by my cousin to play fight with my village pals to win or lose. When we two small people to do the big man, he swung his arm, I dodged, next to the 'partner smoothly grabbed the big man's arm, I went up to the back to hold his waist, my partner jumped up and pressed his head, the big man fell. Haha, it seems that the big guy is not scary. As if the playbook said: "A good man is hard to beat four hands." In the end, the powerful rely on force, the powerless take advantage of wisdom.

Walked across the highway straight to the west again, I saw a stem of green stalks bloomed a little vermilion flowers. Three or five stems is a clump, growing in people's roadside, it seems to be wild, the leaves as if the palm of the hand is generally large. Asked them, "What is this flower called?" The answer was, "Brahma flower!" It turned out to be the same as what we call it there. It pronounces the sound of "mother-in-law", so I'm sure it's not called "mother-in-law flower", but "thin flower" or "bushy flower". It should be called "Pok Flower" or "Pok Flower", and it is more accurate when it is covered with grass. So I used my cell phone to take it down, ready to go back to the Internet to check, in the end, what is the flower, the scientific name of a what.

Its complex is that, in the past, my mother also gave the north side of the back of the field yard planted with this flower, the flowering season is also in the wheat harvest before and after. When the vermilion or pink flowers bloomed, we picked a flower or two and counted the fluffy petals. The powdery stuff was uncomfortably slippery on our fingers. So, people rarely picked those flowers anymore. Instead, they grabbed Tsubaki elephants and called them "white-headed men".

Of course, Tsubaki elephants lie on the Tsubaki tree, and when you see you catch, you will not move, curled up in a piece. We find a piece of open space, put on the light field, mouth reading: "white-headed man pretend to be asleep, your father and your mother to take my silver money did not give me?" Such as several times, "white-headed man" really loose limbs, turn over, walk up, open wings and fly away.

There is also the spread of various colors of wings of the wax cicada, commonly known as "flower daughter-in-law", think how beautiful. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at it. When it's smaller, its larvae don't have wings, and it's even more active, bouncing more frequently, so we call it "coo-coo-doo", and we call the cuckoo "coo-coo-doo".

Occasionally, you'll pay attention to a granny flower, and there may be a big, black, wooden wasp. You go up to it and snap a pre-prepared granny flower in your hand, just enough to cover the bloated carpenter bee in the center of the flower. Then someone handed a canning jar, also prepared in advance, the wooden bee will be "imprisoned" in the inside, and let it buzz in the inside of the wailing, you just don't care, waiting for a few days, but hopefully it will be alive in the inside, you may give it freedom.

After a while, the granny flowers fell, set seeds, like the coins you grew up to see small cookies or fruit candy in general. Peel off the white layer of "protective clothing" to reveal the disk into a circle of the same white flower seeds, bite a little bit of the mouth feel mouth flow fragrance. So I will pick a big handful, scattered to the partners to eat, we eat feel quite fragrant, I feel proud of my mother. After a while, the seeds of the flower are old, black and dry. I rub down the dry cracked granny flower seeds still eat, my mother saw and laughed at me, you see yourself as a hemp seeds to eat. Dialect, hemp and sesame seeds are pronounced a sound - Zi Ma, I could not tell the difference, asked her hemp and Zi Ma what is the difference? She said you have never seen, grow up will know. Decades later, I transferred to the current Tie Wang Middle School teaching, our principal surnamed Liang likes to get high on hemp, I just recognized sesame and hemp full.

The piece of granny flower behind the yard later because we gave up the north side of the kiln to the four mom's family, it seems to be four mom her old man to eradicate, a piece of disappearance and granny flower near the piece of ginger. The skin is removed and it tastes like raw sweet potatoes, but it doesn't have the sweetness of sweet potatoes, and it's crunchy.

The merit of my mother's life is that she gave birth to two men and four women, and as a daughter-in-law, she handled her brothers and sisters-in-law as well as the neighbors in the village yard quite well. It seems that none of us can catch up with her. I only hope that I can catch up with her in terms of determination and hard work.

Back at school, I took out my cell phone and sent it to my friends, asking them what they call it there, and the reply was - oil flowers. Is not that petals touch very sticky and slippery cause, I did not pursue.

In Baidu scanning their own pictures of "granny flowers", the name that pops up is - marshmallow! Then look, the color of the flowers and light green, snow white, these themselves before in the county town of Nan Guan's west slope through the concrete roadside also saw, flower shape, flower branches and leaves are exactly the same.

Another thought, according to previous experience, the flower has a flower poem, there is a flower language, Baidu will introduce them clearly.

The first thing that popped up was "360 Personal Library", with the title "Chinese Marshmallow Poetry Conference": Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Lu You, Su Shi are all great!

The material shows Marshmallow native to Sichuan, China, is one of the earliest Chinese native named an ornamental flower, has more than 2,200 years of cultivation history, is China's long history of traditional national flowers! It is found everywhere in the vast land of China, from the south to the north, from the east to the west. China's longest cultivation history, strong vitality of the traditional national flowers - the figure of marshmallow. Bright colors, long flowering period, extremely easy to cultivate, widely distributed so that the marshmallow has become the people of all ethnic groups in China's favorite people's flowers.

In ancient China, there are many poems about marshmallow. From Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Cen Sen, Chen Biao, Chen Tao, Xu Yin in the Tang Dynasty, to Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty and Su Shi in the Northern Song Dynasty, all of them have left wonderful poems in praise of marshmallow.

-- You see, Marshmallow, it is the favorite flower of the people of all ethnic groups in China, no wonder I was small and unconsciously like even the name is not allowed to call it.

Do you like it, our people's flower of the Chinese people - marshmallow?

Do you like it, our Chinese people's flower - Marshmallow?