Mother and Mangroves

Who said that the clever woman is hard to cook without rice? In the middle and late August of the lunar calendar, summer grains had been eaten, and the autumn harvest did not open the sickle, but the mother calmly looked at the mangrove forest ...

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◎ Editor in this article 玉 Jiang Yu

Beitan mangroves are located along the coast of Beitan, Boundarian Town, Suixi County, Guangdong, about 40 kilometers from the county town. The mangroves here are one of the well -preserved primitive mangroves reserved in Zhanjiang. I have a deep relationship with Beitan Mangroves because my mother was born in Beitan. Because of poverty, my mother often brought me to my grandmother's house when she was young, not only eating and drinking, but also rushing to the sea to seek a way for life.

Beitan Ganhai

Grandma's house is on the coast. When the tide rose the highest, the sea water spread to the door, and many small fish came along the waves and followed the waves, attracting everyone to fish.

On the beach that is less than 300 meters away from the home, there are nearly 10 square kilometers of mangrove forests. The fishing villages are called Land Mountains and trees.

During the tide, because of the short, the mangroves were drowned in the ocean. Only when the ebb tide is ebb, the mangrove forest reveals true appearance. At this time, the green replaced the blue, and the round leaf danced with the sea wind, and it was graceful. Each tree has a primary stem of more than one meter high. They are inherent in each other and dependent on each other. In the seawater, the variety of fish and shrimp with different sizes and sizes have broken the birds and insects of different categories and different sizes. Under the woods, the trail is roundabout and confusing. It is a natural entertainment venue for children to catch and seek, but it must be prevents the fascination and was drowned by the tide.

After my mother calculates the time, after the seawater under the mangroves retreats, I will take me along the shallow flowing water along the small sea, playing with the small fish at the foot and jumping the fish to the tail to accompany the mangrove forest, and the birds are shocked. Essence

The mother's goal is crab and small oysters.

In the dense and cool mangrove forests, the crab is covered with the crab, also known as the hippocampus crab. Their quarrel body, about 3 cm long, the back shell is hard and translucent, the eyes are prominent, the claws are slender, the movements are agile, but they can crawl or run back and forth. The crab is white and delicious, and it can be marinated and grinded into juice.

Seeing that the crab catcher came to follow, the crabs hurried into the cave. The proverb of "one hole and one crab" is verified here.

Facing the crab hole, there are two ways to catch crab: one is to dig out the hole in red hands, and the other is the bamboo stick scratching point.

Mother uses the second method. It is worthy of the expert's hand. With skilled skills, the mother holds the sharp bamboo stick with a long right hand in the right hand, and inserts a seven inches at about one inch from the hole in the hole. Crab caught and included in the basket. The distance and depth of the bamboo stick to the hole must be just right. The distance is too close to death. It is too far away.

The mother shuttled in the forest, her thin and light body turned left and right, her hands were signed, and their hands and eyes were tacitly tacit.

I stared at my mother silently. The burden of life did not overwhelm her, but instead inspired her potential. The illiterate mother did not have the feat between Meng's mother's three movements and Meng's mother's broken machine, but every move was for the livelihood of her family, in order to spend time. In my eyes, my mother's petite body is still moving.

I want to help my mother, but I ca n’t get started. I had to swim to drag the cable. While seeing whether I can pick up the leak to catch the big crab or miss the fish and shrimp that misses the tide, watch the beautiful scenery of the mangrove forest.

Nearly noon, the two large baskets were full, followed by the "transfer" to knock oysters. Without the stalks of the thick bowls, there are little stars, mottled small oysters, small as peanuts, and as large as toes. The mother pulled out the small machete around her waist, and quickly and accurately scraped the small oysters. The small basket with a messenger was quickly filled.

The tide rose, and the mother and child left the mangrove forest and returned to the grandmother's house. The next day rushed to the sea again. Then, the mother picked up for two days of loot, rushed to the sun, walked on the hot sandy trail, walked 12 kilometers, and returned home happily.

Non -rice cook

According to the proportion, sprinkle the raw salt into the crab and mix and evenly, grind it in the stone grinding into a juice, pour it into a large crock can, and mix with yellow mud. After 3 days of unblocking, the sauce that can be eaten with all the scent of food was born. In the poor days, the juice is not the material, but the main course, adding some peanut oil and ginger, the taste is more perfect. If you mix the freshly cooked long red rice rice, eat and look for the taste, envy the neighbors. To this day, there can be no dishes on my table. Only the juice cannot be broken. White -boiled pork belly and ribs, adding sauce, have deeply moved my taste buds.

Natural small oysters fried potato flour, chewing the flavor of endless flavor, so that the population will leave the fragrance. Obviously, I have eaten four big bowls, and they are also "full of belly."

In the 1970s, farmers, in the middle and late August of the lunar calendar, summer grains had been eaten, and autumn harvests did not open sickle. Falls were common. The mother looked calm and entered the mangroves of the grandmother's house. At this time, the fruit was fruitful, and the cooked fruits of mangroves resembled ginkgo, and it looked like a river. The mother can pick two baskets every day, and there are hundreds of pounds. After soaking the fruit with hot water for one night, the flesh is separated from the skin, the flesh porridge, and the peel pancake. Maybe the hungry people are sweet and thirsty.

Who said that the clever woman is hard to cook without rice?

Throughout the year, the hot summer. Mother traveled to and from red wood many times. Mangroves have become the hope and support of my family. It is the source of my childhood happiness and the fairyland of my dreams.

Every winter and summer vacation before graduating from high school, I lived in my grandmother's house. I watched the mangroves miss the mother at home during the day and dreamed of the mangrove forest and the hard -working mother at night.

In my eyes, my mother is mangroves, and mangroves are mothers!

Green Great Wall

In the 1980s and 1990s, I walked into the mangroves in Beitan again. The tragic situation of mangroves was heartbroken and tears. Excessive development, artificial destruction, and environmental pollution have led to potholes and stenchs in the beach. The mangroves are seven or eight, four -point cracking, a piece of disabled branches and losses. In the long run, mangroves with the most reproductive and tenacious vitality will also be on the verge of extinction. Mangroves are asking for help: save me, I can protect ships, seawalls, villages and crowds.

The surviving small fish and shrimp seemed to be begging.

The people of insight call: protect the mangrove forest, which is to protect the environment and protect humans.

The world was alert, party committees and governments at all levels attached great importance to it, and a series of protection policies were introduced and invested a lot of funds. By abandoning farming and returning to the sea to return to the beach, the combination of artificial forestry, the mangroves began to restore the vitality at the end of the last century and continued to expand the area, which truly became the green barrier and the Great Great Great Wall.

As the beneficiary of the mangrove forest, I dare not neglect, and I did my best: In 2006, I fully assisted Beitan Village to build a 4 kilometers of cement villages to lead the mangrove forests. Know the mangrove forest and protect the mangrove forest.

On September 24, 2008, when Typhoon Hengbi, on the 14th, hit Maoming and Zhanjiang, I was in Beitan Village. The huge waves set off by the strong typhoon lifted a large square concrete block to the first floor hall of a residential building next to the town. However, the mangrove forest is not afraid, showing the power of protecting God, and fulfilling the "promise" of their generations: even if he sacrifice himself, he must protect the fishing boats returning to Hong Kong to avoid the wind and fishermen on the shore. Zhanjiang achieved "four zero" in this windproof war. The most important thing is zero casualties. Mangroves have contributed!

Lead

At the time of Bailu, I was retired at home, and quietly approached the marginal, healthy Beitan mangrove forest.

The old trees are rough and resolute, with weird shape and style. The independent tree has shown unlimited vitality, and "multi -generation the same hall" is common. Even the sick trees that go to the torso are still standing upright. The old tree and the new buds are developing simultaneously, and the artificial planting and self -reproduction are interdependent. The strong trunk and the leaves are supported by each other. The mangrove forest held up the sky and covered the ground. The Great Great Wall protects all things by the beach and moisturizes a civilization.

The clear and quiet sky flows with a light blue cloud, reflected in the rippling bay; the cool breeze practice interprets the charm of autumn. The pride of the sea, the Kuangta of the mangrove, the softness of the beach, and the beauty of the new fishing village form a beautiful landscape.

The fat fish swims cheerfully, sometimes empty, raising ripples and waves, sometimes deeply dived, and disappeared. Egrets, white cranes, red mouth gulls, spoon -mouth buns, sunbirds, beak flowers and birds ... countless birds, large ones, swans and ducks, small ones are as immature. Some of them are flying, showing beautiful wings, the formation changes are endless and interesting; some stand on the top of the green leaves, graceful, like fairy heroes; Theft and played each other; the birds faced the familiar long shots, and they were not timid, and they also learned to play with the style.

The people want to be exhausted, and the smoke and birds have settled. The birds are reluctant to be a migratory bird, and the mangroves are no longer the station, but their hometown.

The sound of fishing flute was accompanied by the song, the sun fell into the cabin, and the fishermen returned home in the setting sun.

I am intoxicated with such a fairyland, poetic is good, and my mouth occupies a seven of the sang mangroves:

It is not invaded by the typhoon, and rare asylum to offer my heart.

In the same generation, heavenly music, leading the mangroves.

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