Until now, I don’t know how to write the Mao character of Mao Xiang, whether it is Mao or Mao. I’m really not sure. There is grass called thatch in dialect, which is the same as the hair fragrance growing in the mountain forest. It is not the same thing, and the hair fragrance is not as overbearing as thatch, which is so annoying. There is a layer of fluff on the leaf surface and back, so I write Mao Xiang. This is gossip. Mao Xiang is actually a kind of Artemisia. For many years, the villagers in the village have called deshunkou, so they don’t care what its name should be, just like the vegetation in the forest valleys and valleys, it is not bad to have a name, anyway, they are all at home, who is not familiar with them? It was almost the same as those families like Zhang Wang and Li Zhao who lived in the mountains. The fragrance of hair is not as ostentatious as some plants, but always dodging among the grass in the forest. There are a lot of scattered, so it is hard to find a lot of plants growing together, it is very good to have a cluster of three to five, seven to eight plants. Every spring, when the vegetation sprouts, the withered hair fragrance in the grass in winter also gets a warm warmth from the soil, and the furry little head comes out unwillingly. At this time, the hair fragrance was completely inconspicuous and covered under the grass leaves. Without careful identification, it could not be seen at all. Until the fragrance of flowers everywhere in the mountain village is leisurely, the fragrance of fur on the mountain slowly pokes out of the grass nest, which is tender and fluffy, white in gray, and very simple, it is exactly the same as my little daughter who grows in the mountains. Don’t look down upon this thing, which is not very conspicuous. Villagers in the village have a special liking for it. At this time of each year, every mother would think, then how about having time? Take a trip up the mountain, pick some Mao Xiang back, soak the broken rice left for a long time, mortar some rice flour, make some Mao Xiang Ba, change the taste, and also relieve my appetite. Seeing that the spring grass was good at the door, the child had long thought of those Mao Xiangba in his mother’s heart. He wished that his mother could change his tricks. Turning around, he was just a steaming cage of Mao Xiangba with fragrant fragrance. When eating Mao Xiangba in spring, I just want to taste the taste of spring in another year. Is the taste different every spring? This kind of plot should be familiar to many people and never forgotten. Seeing someone went up the mountain to pick the hair incense, my mother was also a little anxious. She quickly put down some of her business, carried a basket, and went to the mountain to find the hair incense for fear of falling behind, there will be less but a lot of smell. As for us, seeing mother walking out of the house, we began to be beautiful in our hearts, as if the fragrant fur cake had been released and served on the table, which was very attractive! If it happened to be time, I would follow my mother to wander in the forest and help her pick some hair incense by the way. My mother’s hands and feet were quick, her eyes were very sharp, and the hair scent was the same length. She put it in the basket, which was really beautiful. My mother always thought that we were in the way of getting in the way of our hands and feet, and the fragrance of hair pinched down was uneven. Nevertheless, we enjoyed it and my mother was not angry or angry. The hair incense that is pinched back home should be spread in the bamboo plaque, one by one. It is easy to stick the thin end of withered branches and rotten leaves on the furry leaves. My mother was very serious and always complained that we were rough in hair and couldn’t do anything simple. She also said that we didn’t do it well or were not careful and couldn’t control our temper. My mother’s words are quite reasonable. Until now, there have been many losses. I was sure that it was clean, then my mother washed the hair incense and put it into a big iron pot to cook. Mao fragrant cooked, m already leaching expansion, one to stone turrets on mortar. First mortar powder, then mortar hair fragrance, came out of the room, mother’s head was white, a lot of powder fell, there were on the eyebrows, if mother had white hair so early, that is heartbreaking. Next, there is no need to elaborate. Put the rotten wool fragrance in the rice flour, make it into a cake, and steam it in a steamer. When the hot air starts to rise, the fragrance will spread everywhere, the gluttonous insects in the belly were working together again, urging them to bite slowly. When conditions are limited, put some salt into the rice flour, which is considered as seasoning; When conditions are limited, mother will make Mao Xiangba have a lot of flavor, salty, sweet, it is packed with meat and plain stuffing. In short, there are many kinds of patterns. We even acquiesced to make all kinds of small animals. When the cakes are steamed, ducks are not like ducks, dogs are not like dogs, and fish are not like fish, mother always laughed at us, saying that good things made us look like a pair. There is a kind of wormwood on the ridge, which won’t die in winter. As long as the weather gets warmer slightly, buds will grow. The villagers call it water chrysanthemum, and they don’t understand at first, how could it be such a nice name? Later I realized that although its flowers were inconspicuous, they were like the chrysanthemum in autumn, which was stained with the light of chrysanthemum. On March 3rd, I ate Mao xiang. There is a saying in my hometown that if the Mao Xiang on the mountain does not grow out at this time, what should I do? It is hard to defeat women like mother. As long as you have time, you can go to Tianfan to pinch the water chrysanthemum. The cake made is certainly called the water chrysanthemum cake, which is different from the smell of Mao Xiangba, but the same is the local flavor, the same is the taste of mother. Speaking of this Mao Xiangba, it makes people feel all kinds of tastes, a little greedy, and a little sigh. I haven’t eaten Mao Xiangba for some years. The premature death of mother is one aspect, and leaving the familiar country is also one aspect. However, as a kind of local flavor, a kind of flavor left by mother who will never forget will always remain in my mind, even if most of the time, it is just a kind of thought, which will not be buried.

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