My Maoyuanshan Mountain
When I mentioned the little-known Yamamoto Maoyuan, I thought it was a mountain that could not be found on the map. Google, there are 1 17000 pieces of information. Thanks to the powerful network, I always miss it.
When I was a child, the dormitory area of my parents' unit was a large bungalow, and Maoyuan Mountain was not far behind the bungalow compound. When I was four or five years old, I refused to go to kindergarten again and got the welfare of "locking at home". Every day after work, my parents lie prone on the window and throw out the keys to their homes when people pass by in order to get rid of them. Free to run out of the house, the destination is always unique-Mao Yuan!
Mao Yuan is actually very short. Now that I think about it, it is a big mound at best. But for me, it is a veritable paradise for happiness. There is a big earth dam and a small river ditch in front of the mountain, which is dry most of the time. Only in summer, water from nowhere flows along the river ditch. The most common shrub on the mountain is an unnamed shrub. In spring and summer, small yellow flowers bloom everywhere, and after the flowers wither, the fruit looks like an inch-long pod. I often break a branch full of yellow flowers, run around the mountain and spend many free and happy days.
The wheat field at the foot of the mountain is a good place to catch insects. There are aphids, ladybugs and scarabs on the green ears of wheat. Of course, the most popular one is scarab. Many years later, I settled in a place thousands of miles away. The roses in the backyard attracted many scarabs, and I realized that the most precious scarabs when I was a child were Japanese beetles, which were notorious pests. Occasionally, you can catch a big black beetle with a small white spot on its back, which is called "Big Golden Bull". I stick a toothpick into the triangle where the wings on my back are connected with my head and neck. It flaps its wings endlessly and holds it in my ear as a small fan to cool it down. I didn't understand at the time, but it was cruel. There is not much farmland on the mountain, most of which is wild land. In my impression, there are peach plums in spring. I like catching grasshoppers and mantis in the mountains best. When I was lucky, I caught a palm-sized green mantis and brought it back to the yard, which won countless envious eyes.
The river ditch in summer is another charming place. Children like us, who rarely see water, roll up their trouser legs and wander around in deep mud, which is the most enjoyable thing. Of course, there are no fish and shrimp, but there are toads and tadpoles. Take a can of fruit in a glass bottle and scoop it casually. There will be many small black spots with tails. In the season, every child has one or two bottles to observe the growth of tadpoles, and even naughty boys put a group of lively toads in their pockets to scare the little girls in school. I still remember one night, I had a good time on the dam. My nickname "chubby" came along and shouted excitedly "little frog!" Looking closer, I saw that before he spoke, he was struggling with each other with two fat toads in one hand. ......
I went to Chongyang for the first time in my life, and my father took me to climb Mao Yuan. It was the weekend of Chongyang that year, and the autumn was crisp. My father took my brother and me, carrying a few steamed buns and two military kettles, set out early in the morning and climbed all the way to the back of Maoyuan Mountain. I have seen a beekeeper in my memory, and there are several big beehives in the distance. I wonder if I remember something wrong here. You know, there aren't many flowers in Mao Yuan. Can you really keep bees? But I don't have the experience of Otawa's father climbing mountains together. Seeing beekeepers is really a long memory. Climbing is fruitful. First, we intercepted a sparrow in the bush. We ignored our father's hint and insisted on taking it back to our family. The next day, we saw sparrows who died of hunger strike. Then I found a large cluster of bright red Lycium barbarum on a steep high slope, climbed up and picked a big handful.
In the Chinese class of grade two or three in primary school, there is an essay topic about an autumn outing in Mao Yuan. I mobilized all my imagination and piled up many jewels to describe Mao Yuan as a place full of flowers and fruits, colorful and beautiful. This article is read in other classes as a model essay. At that time, I felt a little guilty. I felt that I had put on a new emperor's dress for Mao Yuan. Children who grew up in Xigu, who doesn't know the true face of Mao Yuan?
In fact, how beautiful a place is in your heart has little to do with its scenery. Over the years, many famous mountains and rivers have passed by, and the bare Maoyuan Mountain will always have an irreplaceable position in my heart-it records all my understanding of nature when I was a child.