Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Lily

Lilies can bloom a kind of noble flowers, like goblets, which are made of thin fine porcelain. It blooms in autumn, and its petals are different from those of lilies in flower shops.The lily always seems to be the only one. On the hills in autumn, the lion's hair grass has turned yellow. In the distance, there is a cloud-like maple forest, and there is even a clump of green bamboo, and the bamboo pheasant is crowing there.Lilies bloom high above the lion's hair grass, swaying gently in the wind, and the fragrance permeates with the grass waves.In my impression, I learned a text when I was young. It was written by Gu Zhijuan. The title was "Lily Flower", which praised a bride's noble friendship for soldiers.In addition, my impression of lilies is that when I was in the geological team, I had a friend named Xue Zhengnan. The two of us lived in the same room. Every time we picked lilies, put them in wine bottles and wrote poems about them, we had to do seven In eight sentences.At that time, I was most proud of the sentence I chanted pomegranate: a little red among the green bushes.I'm at this level.

Autumn in Kyoto is also so beautiful, but I always miss the south in this season, the autumn hills in the south, the hills in the south where orioles and bamboo chickens are singing. Of course, eating lilies also started in the geological team.The members of the geological team definitely come from all corners of the country, speak all kinds of languages, play different ways, and eat all kinds of ways. Some people went to Mount Gangdise before suppressing the rebellion in Tibet, and some even did exploration under the hands of the Japanese, so here is a University, and trekking in the mountains all year round.The first time I ate lily, it was delivered by a master chef who turned on the water pump. He gave me a small porcelain jar with lily that was roasted with pork head meat.After I tasted it, I suddenly felt the beauty of living in the mountains.So I went to dig lilies myself.

The lily matures when it blooms in autumn. On the sunny slope of the hill, its white flowers can be seen from a distance, and sometimes a skylark sings joyfully above its head.Follow the direction of the lily to find it, and then dig up the stems of the lily with a small iron hoe. The stems of the lily are like garlic, but not spicy.Sometimes a geological bag of lilies can be dug in a day. However, it must be noted that the market in Xiaoshan Town only sells meat on double days like February 48th. You can even judge whether it is today by the sound of pigs being slaughtered at the third watch of the day. There is meat for sale.Every two days, I heard the sound of pigs being slaughtered at the middle of the night, so I rushed to the market when the belly was white, and bought a catty of pig's head meat, so that I could go to the mountains to dig lilies for breakfast.When you come down from the mountain, you might as well buy another 4 taels of liquor on the way, and put it in an aluminum kettle.

Wash the lilies, break them apart, first fry the pork head meat in a pan to get the oil out, then put in the lilies, fry for a while, put in soy sauce and simmer, you can add some chili and cooking wine until the lilies are simmered.The stewed lily is powdery, and it is as sweet as lion's hair grass root, and the fragrance of pig's head meat is immersed in it, which is extremely delicious.Lily is sweet in taste and cool in nature, and has the function of nourishing the lungs. It is good to eat it regularly.However, when I eat it, I often drink two taels of white wine, which is the grain wine brewed by the mountain people themselves, and it is very fragrant.

At that time, I had a kerosene stove made in Shanghai. I cherished it very much. I used some public diesel and added a little salt to the diesel to remove the smoke. When I was in the geological team, the only thing I wanted to protect during the hundreds of miles of migration A set of precious kitchen utensils, but now some of the people who taught me how to eat and how to live are no longer alive. This summer, I suddenly met old friends in the mountains in the south. I heard that my geological team was also disbanded. Looking back on the past, I can't help feeling sad alone in Kyoto.Oh, my infinitely beautiful youth and age.