田螺的辣,野葱的香,栀子花的淡,蕨菜的美,它们不仅仅丰富了我童年匮乏的美食,更是一张张老照片,贴在记忆的走廊里,丰富着我的生活。我那一代出生的农家小孩,大抵是最后一批喜欢去外面寻些野味来食的。那时候平日里吃肉的机会不多,—天天都是些菜园子里的菜,菜品不多,炒菜的水平也有限,吃来吃去就那几样,循环往复便觉得腻了,等换了季,长出了新菜,又能欢喜地吃几天。不到农忙,农事也不多,父母白天就能做完,小孩便闲了下来,每到这时,我们便喜欢成群结对地去寻些野味,也不全是因为吃食,其宴多半是觉得好玩。 Snail spicy, fragrant onion, gardenia light, bracken beauty, they not only enriched my childhood scarcity of food, but also an old photo, affixed to the memory of the corridor, enriching my life. My family was born farm children, probably the last batch of like to go outside to find some food to eat. At that time, there was not much chance to eat meat on weekdays. Everyday, there were some vegetables in the vegetable garden. There were not many dishes and the cooking skills were limited. Season, grow new dishes, but also happy to eat a few days. Less than busy farming, farming is not much, parents can finish during the day, the children will be free, at this time, we would like to find groups of couples to match the game, nor is it all because of food, the feast is mostly feels Fun.