Elm money tree, my childhood beautiful collection

Since childhood, I have had an indissoluble bond with elm trees.

My backyard was originally an earthen mound, with poplar trees towering on it. It is said that these trees have a history of hundreds of years. Walking inside covers the sky. There are always some gloomy and scary, but the common ones are some left-behind crows and magpies. There are several old elms on the sunny slope near my backyard, and their twisted posture is no less than that of old people. No matter when, it is the best place for us to climb high and overlook. We even tie a big rope to his body and swing. In the arms of the old elm we can enjoy the joys of childhood.

Eating elm money is what I look forward to most. At the beginning of April every year, migratory birds come to the north and shuttle through the gaps in the forest where love has just begun. The old elm also shows its simple beauty with its own unique posture.

Spring is the most attractive, accompanied by willow spit green, the old elm tree branches of the spherical crown also gradually opened his eyes to look, branches on a grain of black eyes gradually receded, followed by bright green, tender yellow elm wrapped branches, efforts to grow. Elm leaves seem to hide their tracks, or serve only as a small foil. You wouldn't believe it. If it were white, wouldn't it be full of silver flowers? Strings of yellow and green crisscross, but there is no trace of artificial carving, especially in the sun or after the rain, the more bright, mouth-watering.

Some adults love to make elm rice, they also pick, often with hooks. There are also big girls, little daughters-in-law take ladder home woven small basket to steal elm money. And we these children like monkeys, from this tree, climb that tree, break elm branches, or mouth to mouth, or a piece of careful chewing, mouth sticky feeling, sweet taste, really wonderful. We often enjoy the most fresh elm money, that style no one can compare. Below the little brother, little sister will always look up and shout loudly: "enough that root, enough that root..." Shouts came and went, and we reached down and threw them down, one after another like hair dusters falling, and a pair of small hands raised high and high to welcome the "visitors from heaven."

Every time elm money picking season, adults will always use stone grinding some sorghum, corn flour, and elm money together, made on the tip of the tongue delicious. We tirelessly nibbled on these "nests" and played under the old elm trees. Then look at the old elm has been riddled with holes, but wait for the elm money to disperse, the new shoots are born, the old elm recovers vitality, waiting for the next year's "flower season".

Listen to grandpa say, hungry age, old elm but our "baby", with elm bark, elm money, elm leaves to save a lot of lives. The stone mill in the village is the best witness.

Our whole family often cool under the old elm tree. Grandpa often says that I am a blockhead. I will wake up early. I will say to Grandpa that elm trees are all treasures. I want to be such a person as the old elm tree.

"Look at you. You look like an elm tree. I can tell you're crooked." I always hold on to my brother…

Today, the old elms and those hundreds of years old poplar were cut down by the county forestry bureau, followed by long trenches dug in the entire mound, from which grow straight branches. The old elm tree that accompanied my growth has been treasured in the depths of memory and has become a photo in my childhood album.

Now, my childhood is gone, my elm tree feelings are still.

Author: Lei Ming