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“打了春,赤脚奔,挑荠菜,拔茅针……”又是醉人的三月,忆起这首童谣,荠菜那鲜灵灵、水嫩嫩的身姿再一次在心灵深处随风摇曳。在乡村,荠菜是报春的时鲜野菜。记得立春甫过,伴随着和煦的柔风,几场如丝的春雨过后,乡间的田畦阡陌便透出星星点点的嫩绿。没几天,那点点嫩绿转眼变成了深绿。温暖的阳光懒洋洋洒在身上,也唤醒了深埋在土地里的荠菜。早春二月开始,荠菜就从仍有些冰冻的泥土里钻出来,路边、田
“Hit the spring, barefoot ran, pick the shepherd’s purse, pulling needle ... ” is intoxicating March, recalled the first nursery rhyme, shepherd’s purse that fresh spirit, tender water once again in the depths of the soul with the body Wind swaying. In the country, shepherd’s purse is a seasonal fresh spring primula. I remember just over spring, accompanied by a gentle breeze, a few silky spring rain, the country’s farmland terraced rice paddies will reveal a little bit of bright green. A few days, that little green twinkling of an eye into a dark green. The warm sunshine lazily splashed on the body, but also awakened deep in the ground of shepherd’s purse. Beginning in early spring in February, shepherd’s purse was drilled from still frozen soil, roadside, field