每次回农村老家,我总要到田野去看看那些野草、野花,徜徉在青春灿烂、姹紫嫣红的花草之间,浓浓的乡情油然而生,引发起许多酸酸甜甜的记忆。草在我的眼里,曾是人的“衣食父母”,与人唇齿相依,恩深义重。儿时,恰赶上“瓜菜代”的年头。每天后晌放学后,天色尚早,按照母亲的安排,饥 Every time I return to my hometown in rural areas, I always go to the fields to look at the weeds and wildflowers. Between my youthful and colorful flowers and plants, my thick nostalgia is spontaneous, and I have a lot of sweet and sour memories. In my eyes, the grass was once a person’s “food and clothing parents”, and they are dependent on others. When I was a child, I was just catching up with the year of melons. After school every day after school, the weather is still early, according to the mother’s arrangement, hunger