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Nostalgia

——The Writing on the occasion of the Mid -Autumn Festival

Lu Xiaohui

In the cool night wind, a round of bright and clear moon hangs on the branches, and it is another Mid -Autumn Festival. The night is blurred, and the moon is sad. Such nights will always evoke my strong nostalgia.

There are landscapes in the nostalgia. It was the cradle of my childhood growth. I touched there and grew up in the middle and over.

There are relatives and friends in the nostalgia. It was my childhood partner, the neighbor who loved me to tease my, and the parents and sisters who hurt me.

There are delicious food in nostalgia, which is not only a nutrient that nurtures my growth, but also the most important spiritual food in that barren era.

At that time, the food was not fruitful, and the melon and vegetables were half a year of food. Those white rice that was thinly paved on red crickets and mixed with vegetable leaves was the best yearning in our lives.

On a wonderful day, Shanshan was in the hope of seeing it.

On the eve of the Mid -Autumn Festival, parents took out the treasured glutinous rice. When I saw these white, slender glutinous rice, I was like the soul hooked by the beautiful snake and could not move. Watching my mother a bowl of rice in a bowl of rice, I am died like a chicken. How many meters are there? Should I bring the whole year of the whole year of rice? Looking at my dementia, my parents laughed and told me that this is glutinous rice. The Mid -Autumn Festival is coming. According to customs, every household in the Mid -Autumn Festival must eat "糍 糍"!

"Eat the ravioli", how scary, I was scared to cry, but my parents laughed even more. At this point, for the first time, I knew that there was a kind of "糍 糍".

After preparing glutinous rice, my father adds water to it. After washing, pour the water, and add water to the inside. When my sight is not stopped in the water tank and the large basin, the father stopped adding the water. Ready to get up and leave. My mother told me that I was just soaking rice tonight, I wanted to eat a lotus, and I got up early tomorrow.

In the curiosity and expectations of "的 好" that can be eaten, I couldn't fall asleep. Until my mother promised, she woke me up when she got up, and it would make me look at "Battle" and I fell asleep. In my sleep, I was awakened by my mother. The father had raised the stove, and the steamer was lingering around the steamer in the pot. The mother was installing the glutinous rice that was soaked in last night, and then covered the lid. Little wooden stick. "Well, what is this?" Mother said, "This is called reed rods, which are specifically used for mortar. You smell it, how fragrant!" Sure enough, the taste of fragrant fragrance!

Wait for the father to clean the stone mortar and reed rods, and the mother steamed the glutinous rice. As soon as the steamed cover was opened, the strong rice fragrance came, and I couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls. The mother poured the steamed rice into the stone mortar, and the father began to fight.

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The green reed rod danced happily on the rice, and his father talked happily with his mother while his father. Slowly, the reed rod was obsessed with the game with rice. The father had to work hard to separate them. The mother also joined in and helped the father hold the stone mortar to prevent the stone mortar from moving with his father's rhythm. In his father's repeated aquarius, the rice grains seemed to realize that they had encountered a strong enemy. They no longer running naughty, but firmly hugged into a strong "enemy" together. The harder the father worked, the tighter them, and the father's forehead had emerged with fine sweat. I took the initiative to fight, my father looked at me, "You? Okay, appreciate it." I happily took the reed rod from my father, and couldn't wait to start my conquest journey. What is incredible is that I have made my whole body strength, but the rod of the reed rod was firmly grasped by the Mission, and I couldn't move at all. His father took the reed rod with a smile and continued his battle. When I was almost tired, I finally heard my father say "Ok"! I can't wait to taste what the difficulty of this difficulty, but my mother said mysteriously, "It's not the time!" The mother got up and walked to the kitchen cabinet, put some powder from one bottle, and then from another bottle. Some white sugar was produced in Zhongsheng, and I told me while stirring, "This is the powder that was fried with soybeans and sesame seeds yesterday, plus sugar, fragrant and sweet, dipped in this powder, then it was delicious! "

The father took out the clean dustpan yesterday and sprinkled a layer of raw rice noodles evenly on it. In the dustpan. The mother handed me the ravioli bowl after the bean sesame powder sprinkled with a big bean sesame powder. The sweetness of the rice, the fragrance of the reed rods, the flavor of soybean sesame, the sweetness of the sugar, mixed together, sweet and soft, swallowed, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

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Looking at my gobbling, my parents laughed lovingly. They said, "Don't worry, it's enough to taste it. This is just the first state of the ravioli. Divide these crickets into countless small pieces, and then evenly open each small piece to spread them into round cakes with suitable size. The mother took out a piece from it and cut into a small rectangle with a knife. At this time, the father had lit the stove fire again. The mother put the oil in the pot. The whole kitchen was filled in the sound. After frying until the double -sided yellow, the mother put the ravioli into the plate and sprinkled the bean sesame powder on the table. The whole family sat around and enjoyed the results of the labor happily. At this time, the outer coke is tender, and it is more fragrant than the previous fragrance.闲 (Photo by Pengzhou Leisure, Picture Source: Sichuan Fangzhi Gallery)

Because of the fragrance, the Mid -Autumn Festival has become my best yearning!

Later, when I went out to study, I left my hometown, followed by my work, marriage, and child, so that my parents left my hometown and moved to the city to live with me. Since then, we have been away from our hometown and the life of our hometown.

With the advancement of society's development, endless deliciousness appears in our lives. Our taste buds are numb and unobtrusive by various deliciousness.

It was another year of the Mid -Autumn Festival. I was invited by relatives, and I took my family back to my hometown. At this time, it was almost noon. In the green mountains and green water, the cooked smoke floated around the houses covered by bamboo forest trees. The familiar field scenery made me excited. After a burst of cold, I walked into the kitchen filled with firewood and meals. In the smoke, at a glance, I saw the rounded ravioli in the dustpan on the water tank. "糍 惊!" I screamed, it was the joy of being separated from the first love for many years and reunion for a long time. For a moment, the door of time opened, and I seemed to see the kitchen filled with smoke. My father and mother gossip while gossiping the family, and cooperated closely with the mortar bearing, next to me, standing at the meson!

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It is said that food is the deepest nostalgia, and it can best evoke the strong nostalgia in people. No matter how time flies, no matter how blurred the memory is, the deliciousness of the crickets is always left between lips and teeth, and it is stored in memory, as if chewing and swallowing, you can enter the heart and nourish me to grow.

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Lu Xiaohui (female, member of the Writers Association of Renshou County, Sichuan Province. The works are scattered "Learning Power", "Chinese Village", "Fang Zhi Sichuan", "Tianfu Prose", "Renshou Literature and Art" and other magazines and new media platforms).

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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