In those years, we climbed the mountain, pick wild fruit is, is a rare sight. By accident, by the side of the road to see an unknown wild fruit for many years, a sour sweet taste, more evoked memories of my childhood fun. S in the 1970 s, is the extreme lack of substance, eat, forever is the theme of the man s memory. We present this kind of wild fruit, the child, I like to the mountains together to gather, if meet with things like herbs can also change a few cents, more exciting thing. Childhood, though bitter, but very happy. Now children, scoff at these things already, they naturally there would be no we had the kind of happiness feeling, really feel sorry for them. Setting of the sun, slowly, slowly, stage and all kinds of animals on the mountain, you sing me and, the mountain becomes a busy stage, ears, attentive listening, recognize their voice. Suddenly, the terror of a hoot, hair, I will fly also ran home. Ha ha, the scene was like as a child.