It's the budding season in Liu Yeer.

Whenever I see the thin rolls of willow leaves stretching slowly in the warm sunshine, I can't help but reach out and pick one, chew it in my mouth and taste the bitter taste slowly.

Liu Yeer saved my life.

That spring, the wild vegetables in the field were eaten up, the dried sweet potato seedlings were eaten up the year before, and the elm bark was eaten up. Everyone robbed Liu Yeer again ... That year, I was eight years old.

Willow leaves are naturally the best when they are tender, but when they are old, they are bitter and hard and difficult to swallow. As soon as Liu Yeer grows up, he grows very fast, and he can only eat for seven or eight days, at most ten days.

In those days, I was the happiest person in my family.

Liu Yeer, this is a robbery. The lower ones were robbed by adults in a few days. They tied the sickle to a long pole, cut off all the branches and carried it home. Liu Yeer smoothed them out and ate them, and the branches lit a fire. High above, adults can't help it, this is my entry point.

I am notorious for being naughty. I like climbing trees to show off since I was a child. Who says this tree is too high for anyone to climb? As soon as I threw my foot away, my shoes flew out and I climbed to the highest point like a monkey. The more I refuse to climb, the more I clamor for adventure. I held the branch and shook it. I shook my body with the branch and shook it until my subordinates kept shouting. That is, family members know that they are scolded or slapped, and they cry in their mouths, but their hearts are flattered.

My uncle and I grabbed the leaves before the sun came out and the leaves were still stained with dew. If the nearby ones are robbed, they will go far away.

At dawn, my eyes haven't opened yet, and the air in early spring is moist and cool. My uncle and I are tall and short; In tandem, I stepped on the path near the village until I reached the river with a faint morning fog in the south of the village. The river flows slowly, so calm that there is not even a bubble. Only under the small stone bridge in the distance, occasionally there are one or two' Hua Hua' water rings. Uncle found a tree first, probably thought it was worth climbing, so he called me over. I went over and looked up and took off my shoes. My foot suddenly stepped on the cold hard ground and my teeth rang. I quickly tightened my belt, spat on my hand, hugged the trunk, slowed down, and whooshed up. The button of the clothes was not buttoned, and my stomach rubbed against the trunk, which was chilly. Dew drops on the tree rolled down my neck, and I was cold all over.

I broke the branch from the top and threw it down. My uncle looked up, picked it up at the bottom, then broke it down and gave me a big hug. At this time, the sun came out, and on the pale blue horizon, half a round of bright red jumped out. The red light immediately covered it from a distance, as if to humanize it. I was fascinated by it, so my uncle looked up and asked me,' What are you looking at? I said:' A big cherry, bright red, all made of meat. \'

Liu Zhier brought it home. Grandma put Liu Yeer in the box and basket, then boiled a pot of water and fished it into cold water. I often have to soak for a day or two, change the water three or five times, then dry and chop it up, add chopped green onion and salt, and cook it into porridge. Sometimes I grab a handful of black beans and drink porridge, which is full of fragrance.

Of course, the most delicious thing is to wrap cabbage buns with it and put a spoonful of oil in it. After cooking such a meal, the whole family only allowed me to let go. So I worked hard until my belly was bulging and my thin stomach was almost transparent. Whenever this happens, my grandmother won't let me go out and run around. She's worried that I'll fall down and my paper-like stomach will burst and my intestines will drip out.

Thanks to these leaves, we ate one crop, then we ate another crop, and then we planted another crop ... how many ordinary people survived on these leaves in those years!

For Liu, people are not only singing poems and painting, but also lamenting his amorous feelings and appreciating his changes. I couldn't help picking a piece and chewing it. Moreover, I want to tell people that it tastes bitter and slightly astringent, but it can save lives. If you have nothing to eat, it can keep you alive.