A memory called Maogou!

This kind of plant was everywhere when I was young. It is a kind of plant that we hate very much. He is definitely not a puppy.

I don't know what his real name is, I just know we called him Maogou when we were kids. It has thorns all over its body. When you get close to him, he is always pestering you, pulling you, stinging you. Make you overwhelmed. His peculiar taste. Just like Chinese herbal medicine, it always grows wildly. It blooms everywhere. Then the whole body is covered with thorns. The field we grew up in was called Moorland. Called wasteland. The fields my mother made were called land reclamation. However, he always follows us crazy! They can be seen everywhere, and they cannot be avoided or separated from them. Their rhizomes are very large, and their leaves are also very plump. It's just their seeds, this kind of seeds called hairy dogs. But deeply disgusting. Even if they fall in the field, even if they are blown by wind and rain, they are still hard in the soil. Never fester. Also refused to give in.

I haven't seen a hairy dog ​​for many years. Did such a strong life really die under the herbicide? I really searched in the fields. Never saw it. pig ear. Gray vegetables. There are a few more that I forgot the names of. are still there. They are still strong and working hard in the sun to bloom their lives. Only hairy dog. Did you really go wandering?

I remember that every year when late autumn comes, there will always be a few hairy dogs stuck to the bottom of the trousers. Sometimes when I am naughty, I will deliberately hold it in the palm of my hand, and then gently tie it on my hair. I thought, let's see if there is any entanglement between them. Sure enough, the more you want to loosen your grip, the tighter your grip will be, and in the end both will suffer. When I got him out of the hair, I threw it into the fire in a fit of exasperation. The crackling sound ended his life, and I won. Later, he became a prop for us to play with others. If you see someone wearing a sweater, or a very good friend. When he is not paying attention, we will put a fur dog on his body or hair, and he will never chase us again. He was busy wrestling with Maogou. However, the moment the hairy dog ​​was ripped off, we were about to run away crazily. It is best to spread out and always find a result. Then let it run wild. This should be an essential game when we were young. Hide leaves in spring. Hide and seek under the moon in summer. Wait until fall. Either playing with mud or playing with hairy dogs, because no matter whether our cattle or our pigs are covered with hairy dogs. So he is also very eye-catching.

But you have to be careful, you can't let them swarm you. Otherwise you have a hedgehog in you. They will stab each other, hug each other, and never mind whether they run away from home, wander, or run away, maybe they are born tourists. I don't know if the little bird will take them and show them some scenery in the sky.

It's been a long time since I saw a dog. He is just a passer-by in my childhood memory. Joy and sorrow do not exist. Maybe at some point he has taken root in the depths of my memory. My memory was wandering with him, and then we met again suddenly. The hairy dog ​​in June should be young, he hasn't gone through the wind and frost, he hasn't aged yet. He doesn't have a brown body yet. It doesn't have hard thorns, but it really disappeared in this land. I don't know if I should be relieved. Still should be ashamed.

Every day I thought it was the same, but when I looked back, I found that everything had changed. The good and the bad disappear together. Those disgusting things turned out to be our happy thoughts.