Nostalgia and Bigfoot Tea on the Tip of the Tongue

I have always wanted to write about my hometown. No matter how many flowers bloom in Shenzhen in four seasons, I always imagine the scenery in my hometown at this time. Are the flowers in Wei Zi already in bloom? In the spring when rape blossoms are in full bloom, azaleas are red for half of the hills, and wild bluegrass is whispering and smiling in the depths of the dense forest. . .

He/kloc-left home at the age of 0/7 and never went back. When the place that made me forget for a long time really turned back, it had disappeared into the distant memory.

I especially remember that in early summer, people in my hometown always went up the mountain to find a tree, then cut it down and dried its leaves. Then put it away to dry. Make tea in summer. Because the leaves are wide, hometown people call it "Bigfoot Tea".

When I was a child, the pot for making tea at home was not so particular. I bought a clay pot in Guanzhuang Street. Each pot costs a few dollars, and the handle is very shiny and black because it is used every year. There are also exquisite people who make tea with ceramics. It is really unique to see the bright white porcelain in their hands or on the table.

Farm work is always endless, and a few-year-old children only know to pull weeds or herd cattle in the fields in the morning. If adults go together, they will bring a pot of tea and put it on the stalk.

The farmer was not so particular about making tea, so he grabbed a handful of tea leaves, poured boiling water on them, covered the pot and carried them to the field. It quenches thirst and tastes sweet.

The soup brewed by "Bigfoot Tea" is reddish brown, and the tea soup is clear and sweet. It's the best tea in my childhood memory. Even when I grow up, I always make tea for Brother Qi, but I can't get the desired taste. It turned out to be childhood tea, which permeated all my childhood memories and condensed my taste buds into the taste of my hometown. I can't escape it anymore.

Summer night, a lively. Frogs in the field and cicadas in the tree have been singing. When I was a child, my family was flat and I didn't want to light a lamp. Boys always like to catch loaches in the fields, while little girls are too timid to walk at night. Hang a pot of tea, find some children to chat in the dark, and with the starry night sky, we traveled far and wide until our family shouted that it was time to go home. Only when you are happy will you come home late.

In rural areas, it is absolutely necessary to be busy with the moon two seasons a year. One season is to harvest rice and the other season is to harvest wheat. Children on the farm will sit on the target and put a stone on the rake because they have not weighed enough since childhood. Then the children will sit on the stones, and the adults will lead the way for the cows in front, watch them work hard to level the fields, and then plant wheat or transplant rice seedlings.

Last May Day, today in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I took Brother Xuan back to my hometown for a period of time. Menstruation gave me a big bag of Bigfoot tea and brought it back to Shenzhen thousands of miles away. Always pick a typhoon or rainy day, make yourself a pot of Bigfoot tea and think about the past days. Clear soup has the taste of hometown, sweet, and the entrance is clear and fluid.

Up to now, my hometown has not changed much, except for more beautiful houses. The trees on the mountain are thick and dense, and some places people can't wear them, and some land is barren and overgrown with weeds. More and more people choose to live far away from home. Most of the people left here are old people and children, and their hometown is gradually quiet. As long as someone walks on the road, someone will look around to see if they are long-lost friends.

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