The next morning, before dawn, my brother woke me up.

"Hurry up and go mushroom picking." My brother said to me.

This is the season of mushroom picking, and many people in the village will go out early to pick mushrooms and then come back to continue their work. In order not to delay the day's work, they will get up early.

The sky was still dark, drizzling with cold winds. My brother and I were barefoot on the cold ground, and the sharp stones pressed against our feet, and at first there was a dull pain, and then we lost consciousness.

My brother and I didn't say a word, we just gasped for breath as we hurried. My brother is a person who is not willing to be left behind, so every time he goes to pick mushrooms, he gets up much earlier than the others.

That morning, my brother and I picked a lot of mushrooms and decided to let my father try his luck in the city. According to my mother, people in the city like to eat this thing.

In the countryside, there are many wild vegetables that cannot be eaten in the city, and there are different types throughout the year. For example, mushrooms are also divided into many types, and in terms of color, they all have yellow, red, white, and black. The shape is basically the same. During the rainy season, every household in the village can eat different kinds of mushrooms, and although the mushrooms taste good, I prefer bamboo shoots in comparison.

In the countryside, every family has their own cured bacon, among which cured pork ribs stewed with tender bamboo shoots is my mother's favorite dish, I don't know about the production process, I know that my mother starts to stew the pork ribs every night until the next day. Every time the day began to shine, I could smell the fragrant smell, and I couldn't sleep, so I got up and waited.

That evening, my father returned home excitedly.

During the meal, my father happily praised my brother and me. Because today's mushrooms were sold for fifteen yuan, my father's load of bamboo shoots was no more than that, and today's fifteen yuan is more relaxed. In addition, the father also said that he picked up an extra bargain, on the way back, there was a car in the quagmire, the owner saw his father and called his father to come to help, because the father was stronger, the car was pushed out of the quagmire, the owner gave the father ten yuan as a reward, and the mother was also very happy for this.

My father had always disliked being helped. But as a father, in times of crisis, nothing is more important than providing for the family, so I don't think my father is truly happy. Maybe it's my tuition for the next semester that has a bottom

After eating, my father took out a packet of marshmallows from his pocket and handed it to us. I once heard my mother say that when she and my father first went out on the street, the first gift my father gave my mother was a bag of marshmallows, and my mother kept the bag of marshmallows.

Marshmallows, in the eyes of others, are just ordinary sugar. And in Dad's eyes, it is a kind of love, a kind of responsibility, no matter how hard life is, I want to make you sweet. In the eyes of the mother, the marshmallow is a memory, a kind of dependence. In my eyes, it is not sweet, full of my father's sour sweat and helplessness.

Every time my father went into town, he would bring us a bag of marshmallows back most of the time, but only sometimes, of course. And I keep the candy wrappers every time, because I want to be like my mother, and cherish the sweet part of my memories forever

Inadvertently, the leaves in my yard are stacked, the season of smoke and rain is over, and autumn is coming.

The breeze blew, and the leaves of the buffalo trees in the courtyard swayed in the wind and lazily fell into my family yard. I held up my long broom and slammed the yellow leaves out of my yard.

Butterflies swirled around the cornfield, and the withered ears of corn scattered weakly with the breeze, and the ground turned white. Walking on the path, the smell of ripe corn is ushered in, and whenever the breeze blows in the air, it is the so-called autumn high and refreshing.

And as the leaves on the courtyard became more and more falling, I would soon have to go back to school.