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我出生在北方一个普通的农村,那里一年四季颜色分明。小的时候我最喜欢秋天,不仅仅因为它是收获的季节,而是因为那漫山遍野的酸枣。每到这时候,舅舅都会带着幼小的我去村西的岗坡地摘酸枣,钻圪针窝。那个时候我不能理解,满山的桃子和山楂,为啥要够那个小不丁点的、有皮没肉的酸枣呢?每当我问的时候,舅舅总是先笑着说酸枣是好东西,然后给我讲它怎么好吃,它的肉可入药,叶可泡茶,吃得多了可以养肝、宁心,然后就开始哽咽、哭泣,泪总是喷薄而出,可是舅舅
I was born in an ordinary village in the north, where the colors are distinct throughout the year. When I was a kid, I liked the fall most, not only because it was the season of harvest, but because of the wild jujube. Every time this time, my uncle will take me to the village of young hillock to pick jujube, drill pinhole. At that time I can not understand, the mountains of peaches and hawthorn, why should not that small enough, there is no meat jujube it? Whenever I ask, when the uncle always said with a smile jujube is a good thing, And then tell me how it delicious, its meat can be used as medicine, leaves can be brewed tea, eat more can raise liver, rather heart, and then began to choking, crying, tears are always gushing out, but my uncle