Found the source of my dream home in Taihu Lake in the mountains, there is a winding creek in front of childhood into the streams go catch fish the fun touch crabs, still fresh in my memory. For decades, whenever the summer season, a total want to go back there when you pick up an old dream.
My friend from western Zhejiang Lin'an tourist back, brought me an information, saying it was held that the source of Taihu Lake leisure enjoy the cool air of the General Assembly, but also can go to the source of the water and catch fish to touch crabs, suddenly evoked a thick interest.
I take advantage of the grandson of elementary school holiday, brought with him to the source of Taihu Lake. Temperatures as high as 38 degrees that day, walking in the street on the road, body sweat, burning of the thick smell of asphalt, Xunde could hardly breathe for. Gudang grandson and I take up in the air-conditioned bus Linan, grandchildren learned to Zhuoxie, blinked big eyes, it features a move to ask me where crabs呀? ... ...
40 minutes bus to go before Linan, and then multiplied by the 16 bus, 50 minutes to enjoy the cool air to reach a leisure destination - the source of Taihu Lake scenic area, the car, head-blowing burst of cool cool mountain breeze, a sudden our drain the whole body sweat.
Sun has not had time unloading luggage, we jumped into the source of the streams inside. I followed off shoes and socks, stepped into the cool of the water and biting, he was clean of pebbles and fresh moss from the soles of the feet Rourou to slip past, suddenly slid into a childhood dream, the chest of Zhuoqi dirt twinkling of an eye wash depleted.
Grandson cobblestone shuffle sounds of crackling heap up, while turning Yibian Han, Grandpa, how there is no crab ah! I walked over to him, how can such a touch ah to find those on stream rocks and gently walked over and gently opened, only crab ah. I his mouth, side turn over a stone to his view, a gray blue crabs huddled in crevice among the pebbles and streams was the same color, in the clear flow, as if a stone. I use the thumb and index finger to pull the crab out from the crevice, which tread on a pair of pliers to scatter to protest. Grandson, read the whole process, I touch crabs, as expected, but also to dig out of a crab. Will jump up, shouting, crab, big crab! The bang will be jumping over the side, splashes a stroll in the river ... ... I like that happy again back to the fun of childhood.
Oh! 呀! Merry's grandson exclaimed suddenly, the original big claws biting pain in grandson's little finger. I ran past, forced pinch the back of the crab shells, crabs before release of the clamp. I taught him Zhuoxie gesture. Less than an hour, and together we learned that we touched on only twenty or thirty. At this point greedy grandson said to me, how does one eat? Grandpa have the means, rest assured! In fact, I had a good day on the links, and to the source of the music to the farmhouse cooking. The source of the first farm in the village music can be received in the city to come here and leisure guests enjoy the cool air, you can also eat honest farmer's cuisine.
We are staying on the source of a stream, that stream unimpeded down the mountain wind and drift into his family's yard, Si Wu like smoke, will be 3 cents Que farmhouse fleeting in general. Our farmhouse kitchen, will be among the crab into the basin, pour on a half pounds of flour, add salt and various spices, water a mixing, it was white crab dip stiff batter, and fall into the mud like a rabbit, trek with difficulty. We will paste the face of the crab into the boiling oil with among Zizi Zi with boiling hot oil, the thick incense, scattered over the whole crab house, fragrance Zhizuan nostrils. While Kung Fu Huang Songsong only one will be able to eat crab, I repeatedly called the grandson of slower children, he chattered back to bite them Xixixuxu creak, but also repeatedly exclaimed, delicious! Delicious! KFC has more than few miles of the city ... ...
We got into the farm's small courtyard, the landlord took out her aunt was also brewed their own soil burn, give I would fill his cup overflowing my side Xia Zhao fragrant buckwheat soil burning, gnawing and together we learned while working fruit, watching Cang green mountains, listening to the whirr of the Tao Quan Ming, adsorption with a sweet fresh air, and instantly fell into a happy childhood years, that childhood memory, childhood landscapes, like the faint burst of mountain the wind began to blow the dust precipitation in the years in the fresh flakes ... ...
Taihu Lake leisure enjoy the cool air source, and finally fulfilled the wishes of my many years, pick up a really brilliant day colorful childhood dream ... ...
Author: lishigen865
