This is what happens when we pick fruit. I really don't know whether to call it Doumeier or Doumeier. Because people there shouted like this, but no one ever told me how to write. It's called bean wheat, which reminds me that it is a bit like wheat in size and shape, and it seems to smell the fragrance of wheat and the smell of soil, which seems good from this point of view; However, Doumeier is quite human, which reminds people of the beautiful and kind mountain girl in the depths of white clouds. Her face turned red with shame, and her eyes shone like spring water, free from worldly dust. It's really hard to choose between the two, but sometimes I think I prefer the latter, which seems a little too much, so let's call it fighting girl!
"The new swallow is pecking at the spring soil. Who is it?" Look, the familiar swallow flapped its wings up and down, shook her little head from side to side and came back with a spring breeze. One, two, or three or five swallows are resting in the clear stream, in the wet wetland and under the low house bridge; They stand sideways with shiny black bodies, jump on tender red and yellow calves, cock their orange mouths from time to time and kiss each other; Then they smiled at each other and bowed their heads and pecked at the dark brown or khaki fresh soil. Just then, Doumei, who had been silent for a winter, turned over, bent her legs sweetly and gracefully, raised her hands, stretched out her soft branches, opened her sleepy eyes, and suddenly sat up, just like feeling the whisper of swallows. Suddenly, she was startled by the little swallow flying from the sky and suddenly giggled. Crisp laughter woke up the valley, and the valley craned its neck and looked around; Rinrin's laughter shocked the forest, and the trees in the forest tilted their branches and shook off the rustling leaves; Laugh and laugh, throw the soil with both hands, wake up the roots buried in the ground, relax the bones and muscles, loosen the soil, and strive to transport water upwards. Doumeier's withered branches suddenly became moist and bright, and a little green emerged playfully, and then two or three thin leaves the size of wheat grains were dug out, secretly sprouting the glimmer of life. Soon, it will be thick green branches and leaves. From a distance, a group, a small piece and a lot are full of vitality. Little Doumei also gradually reached her forehead, and slowly arched a small head from the branch, holding a green fruit handle. Sometimes the little head is shaken a little, the green seems a little deeper, and the fruit that looks slightly flat on the front is round.
Slowly, Doumeier's round head oozed red, like a little bride who was about to get married. There is a faint red cloud floating on my face, which can't restrain my inner joy and excitement, quietly telling the arrival of mature season, full of endless daydreams and red' dreams'. When you are in love, you hit it off. At this time, the cucurbit music "Little Bride Flower" is playing on the computer. With the slow beat, a pure childhood breath chased my thoughts and went straight into my heart like a needle tip, which made people feel scared. In fact, at this time, Doumei's branches have grown sharp and hard thorns, which soon covered the whole body; Just like those stout armed guards in Lilliput, these "little brides" are surrounded in the middle, guarding them day and night, and no one can profane or approach them.
Soon, the jungle was full of red, and the momentum overshadowed the small thorns and dark green leaves, scattered throughout the forest, east and west, igniting countless blushing feelings and associations. Life was particularly difficult at that time. We always rub hands, carefully bypass thorns and break branches to chew and eat fruits. Sweet and sour, there are three or four black grains like millet sleeping in it, which can be swallowed with the pulp. The adults put their backpacks under the jungle, picked up a finger-thick wooden stick and bamboo pole, and beat "Doumeier" hard. With a "poop-poop", the red bean girl fell into the backpack like a little rain. After playing one place after another, before long, most of the backpacks were full. When we get home, we dry it in the sun, then fry it in a pot with low fire and beat it into flour-like fine powder. We call it fried noodles. It tastes dry and fragrant. Drinking water while eating is very memorable. In those difficult days, it really helped us a lot and solved some hunger problems.
Later, when I arrived in Mianyang, people always said it was betel nut, but I insisted that it was Doumeier. Sometimes people even despise me a little, and they all feel so old-fashioned. Is it necessary to argue such a simple question? It seems that China people don't know Mulan and Mianyang Jiangyou people don't know Li Bai? I checked the website and saw the green betel nut in the picture, which is as big as an egg. I was dumbfounded at once, thinking that maybe we were talking about different people. Just when my wife came back from the outside, she affirmed that we must be talking about the same thing, that is, wild betel nut; As for the tall betel nuts, such as those cultivated artificially in Taiwan Province and Hainan. It turns out that betel nut has a history of more than 2,000 years in China. In ancient times, the southeast coast of China honored guests as "guests" or "lang", from which the reputation of "betel nut" was derived, and banquets were held only on major festivals. Fresh betel nut has the wonderful effect that "hunger can make people full, and fullness can make people hungry". When you eat on an empty stomach, you are full of gas and easy to digest after eating. It is really a fairy fruit on earth. Su Dongpo once said: Red tide makes people drunk betel nut. Li Shizhen, a medical scientist, recorded in Compendium of Materia Medica that Areca catechu can cure many diseases, such as "reducing swelling, dredging joints, invigorating spleen and regulating middle energizer, and treating heartache". In order to show love, in the place where betel nuts are still young men and women of Dai nationality in Xishuangbanna, young men usually go to their aunt's house for three years of hard labor, but if they can climb the tall betel nut tree and collect betel nuts for their relatives, they can be exempted from these three years of hard labor.
"Xiao Lang, pick betel nuts, and my little sister looks up with a basket ..." Then I think of the popular love song "Pick Betel Nuts", and the familiar sweet and cheerful melody lingers in my ears. I suspect that this song is probably based on this legend. But somehow, in my heart, I still stubbornly call it Doumeier. I don't think they will ever understand my name. How did they know that this name soaked my homesickness like a river?
After that, I won't argue with them again.