Mid -Autumn Festival special manuscript ｜ Sweet and sour on Mingyue Night

Mid -Autumn Festival, full moon. Another annual, a reincarnation, and life alternate, no one can stop.

I think of the soil moon cakes of my hometown again. The mooncakes of the hometown are crispy, bite, and can drop the residue on the ground. Adults are afraid of waste. When they eat moon cakes, they hold both hands, and the baby's mouths are aligned with each other, licking the scum fell on the cymbal. To say that the moon cakes are different, the difference is stuffing. People with good scenes, mooncakes are colorful, walnut kernels, melon seeds, raisins, green and red silk and other rare things gathered together. The moon cake stuffing of the poor people depends on brown sugar, but the fragrance of moon cakes is no different.

Entering the lunar calendar, a few families in the village will start a stove in the yard. People like the New Year, carry flour, hold the fillings of moon cakes, choose to lift up the long team, waiting for the baicalening moon cake, while The short gossip among the parents. For my house, the burn moon cake is a big deal, and it is difficult to burn it anymore. After all, it is a holiday. There are countless grandma for the annual cake. The adult should divide a few pieces, the child should be divided into a few pieces, and the grandma's heart is completely controlled. When we are divided into moon cakes, we are flattering grandma. She dare not bore, and no one can divide it. Grandma put the extra moon cakes in 151 and placed in the large tank in the cave where she lived. A piece of plastic paper was spread on the mouth of the tank. From then on, the big tank was our daily thoughts. Without seeing the bottom of the tank, the desire buried in the bottom of our heart would not be dispelled.

Moon cakes really come in handy not only the night of the Mid -Autumn Festival, but also the dry food that the Zhuang households work to work. In August, it was the busy season of harvesting. The Zhuang households put towels on their necks, and only looked down at the sound of "唰唰". Cut here, carry the shoulders and donkeys back to the valley. Wave, a bowl of hot water, hungry, a moon cake, the stomach is quickly drumming, falling under the big tree like a cow.

The Mid -Autumn Festival reunion, the Zhuang households do not pay attention to it, just walking relatives when they are idle. It makes sense to walk around the Mid -Autumn Festival. When the new grains came down, the Zhuanghu people had the confidence, bringing their own moon cakes, and a few days after the aunt Quan, and the moon cakes were brought back when they returned. The exchange is a bit more sincere.

Haoyue was empty, and a meteor crossed the sky like his father's tears. I picked up a piece of moon cake, but my daughter covered my desire. I know that my blood sugar is high, and I smell it and let go -the taste is the same as childhood.

Moon cakes are indispensable for Mid -Autumn Festival in my hometown, as well as vinegar. Hometown people are famous for their nationwide to eat vinegar. Such proverbs have been circulating in the local area: men are not jealous, their feelings are not rich; women are not jealous, family is not harmonious; children are not jealous and do not improve; Essence

This is a bit overwhelming. Because jealousy is condiments, it is not ordinary people who can usually be eaten. Families like me can't afford vinegar, and they are replaced by grandma marinated with sauerkraut soup. In my childhood memory, I rarely eat a decent meal, and I have to read for three or four days steaming a meal. The three uncle's house next door often ate. When eating, he deliberately held the rice bowl. He was chewing the hot noodles on his mouth on the two common soil slopes. ), Next time I put more oil in the salt soup ... "The three uncle shouted, the woman in the cave should be, and the oily salt water dipped in the noodles, but it was the first good meal of the Zhuanghu family.

In my memory, there are two festivals that are indispensable, Spring Festival and Mid -Autumn Festival. However, jealousy is not the purpose, dumplings are temptation. The dumplings in the Mid -Autumn Festival are particularly hooked, and the reason is very simple: the busy season, people do the heavy physical work, the fat that accumulates in winter, the sweat is spilled into the yellow land. Except for the pancakes, a dumplings are right. The reward of the whole family, who can't eat dumplings, proves that the life is too stunned.

Eating dumplings dipped vinegar is the habit of northerners. There is a large vinegar tank in the corner of the supply and marketing cooperative. The bottom of the mouth is thin. Two or three people cannot surround them. Normally, few people are patronized. The fragrance is intertwined, either acid or sweet, and slowly overflows from the store. After school, I deliberately wandered a circle, sniffed greedily, and all my whole body became energetic.

Before and after the Mid -Autumn Festival, the salesperson of the supply and marketing cooperatives was busy than usual. Early in the morning, my mother handed me five minutes, and it was just a pound of vinegar. I put the medicine bottle loaded with glucose water into the schoolbag. After the bell of school rang, I ran to the supply and marketing cooperatives in the center of the village in one breath and shouted that the salesperson bought the vinegar. The salesperson was too lazy to see me, and it wasn't until he handed him the five -dollar coin that smiled. The coins in my hands were sticking with sweat, throwing hard, and turning around on the glass counter, amused the salesperson: "Boy, I seem to have seen you spend money!" His casual sentence, stabbing It hurts me. I glanced at the bottle to him. He picked up the bottle and inserted into the slippery of the iron (funnel) made of iron. He picked up a bamboo pole in his right hand and made a pound. My eyes stared at the bottle, watching the tire full. The slippery was not inserted, and the vinegar was leaked down the bottle wall, and quickly overflowed over the bottleneck. He was anxious and dare not say. He could only pray in his heart silently. When I walked out of the store, I couldn't wait to hold a few mouthfuls holding the bottle, quenching thirst and relief.

When I got home, the moon just showed a smile, just as moving as the cooked dumplings. The dumplings soup permeated the entire cave. The father yelled, "For the moon first!" He commanded us to put a dining table in the courtyard with moon cakes, and the watermelon divided by the production team, and a plate of dumplings risen. Essence The whole family sat around, and the big flower dog in the family came to make fun. I was afraid that those delicious things would be ransacked by it. After the moon god, grandma cut the largest moon cake, how many people in the family, how many pieces of the whole family, and cutting from the center to a sharp piece from the center. Moon cakes eat crispy, sweet, and endless aftertaste. ——The I was ignorant at that time, and I knew a little older. The true meaning of worshiping the moon god was to pray for the family reunion.

Whether the moon father -in -law eats, I am still curious. I just remember that my grandma used a nails to eat a little bit in each food and raised in the direction of the moon, causing the big flower dog to climb the ground to the ditch. Of course, the ending is the same. Regardless of everything, I bite a tough dumpling skin, hot and chewy, and the dumplings stuffed with oil beads emit a strong fragrance. The dumplings rolled in the throat, and after chewing, they swallowed the dates. My father remembered the bottle of vinegar.

My father took the vinegar handed over by his mother and smelled it subconsciously. The taste was not enough. I drank it with one mouth, so I felt that it was not an authentic vinegar. Seeing that her father was angry for the vinegar, the mother quickly acknowledged her. It turned out that the mother was reluctant to be vinegar and poured the vinegar bowl into the water, half of the water, half of the vinegar. His father shook his head, closed his eyes, and burst into tears. My father rarely burst into tears in his life, and his tears made me stronger.

For nearly forty years after leaving my hometown, it has only been accompanied by her mother once. As soon as I entered the door, I packed dumplings with my family. Eating dumplings and pulled up home with her mother. The mother said that her grandmother complained that she had a large amount of food when she was alive. When she said, she was not angry. Instead, she remembered her grandma. She said that if the elderly lived to the present, there was no shortage of oil and salt vinegar. My mother hasn't seen many worlds, but she realized what kind of life did they realize in the rice bowl.

In this lively city, there is no moon in my hometown. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't help crying ... (Wen | Zhao Jiping)

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