Chapter 10 childhood

childhood My grandfather planted a lot of sweet potatoes in the field.The harvested sweet potatoes are dried and cut into white silky strips with fine powder on them.Gather it up and eat it for a long time.Sweet potato leaves are used to feed pigs, and grandma feeds the big pig with sweet potato leaves, pumpkin and rice bran.After the dry firewood was burned, the ashes still had heat, so I buried the clay pots filled with dried sweet potatoes and red beans deep in the pile of ashes, kept them warm all night, and took them out in the morning. The porridge inside was warm but overcooked. Put a spoonful of sugar in it, mess up the porridge, and drop it into the stomach through the throat, which is dense and appropriate.They all like to eat sweet.

Grandma always gets up early.Before dawn at about five o'clock, she got up and shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the room.Like every peasant woman in that era, she worked hard and had endless housework.When the Chinese New Year is approaching, it is especially busy, grinding glutinous rice into powder, making rice cakes, frying melon seeds, peanuts and rice flower candies, making all the dim sum by myself, and steaming one drawer after another.There are two kinds of snacks that are often made during the Spring Festival. One is glutinous rice balls filled with red bean paste. The red bean paste is added with sugar and osmanthus, which is very sweet and greasy. Red rice grains are sprinkled on the surface of the balls, and the center is dyed red.There is also a kind of stuffing with shredded radish, pickled vegetables and dried tofu. The glutinous rice layer is slightly harder and more fragrant when chewed.

On the winter morning near the Spring Festival, my grandmother got up early and was very busy.In the stove in the kitchen, dry wood was stuffed in, the flames were shining, and the pine branches and bushes were crackling and crackling.The sound of drawing water from the patio in the courtyard and pouring it into the tank.The sound made by chickens, ducks and pigs.The sound of dishes.Busy and swift footsteps... All kinds of sounds disturbed an ordinary morning.The cotton quilt is a bit heavy, but it is very warm, only the exposed face is cold.Even when I wake up, I don’t want to get up and get dressed right away. I lie in the faint blue light of the early morning, watching the light of the flames dancing in the dark, with these lively but quiet voices intertwined in my ears, I just feel very quiet in my heart.I only feel that I will lose such a moment, and I have been melancholy since I was young.

In spring, the apricot tree planted in the courtyard blooms, and the pink petals are scattered all over the ground.At the beginning of summer, hundreds of gardenias bloom, and when they are in full bloom, they are picked and distributed to neighbors.Put it in the room, put it next to the clothes, wear it on the hair, it is so fragrant.Fragrant.In the afternoon when the sun was intense and hot, I quietly walked out of the yard and came to the edge of the big stream, stepping on the pebbles under the cool stream, small fish and shrimps blindly bumped into the insteps, and caught them with gauze nets.In deep autumn, the sky is extremely blue and the air is clear.And the heavy snow at night in winter always comes silently. When I open the window in the morning, I realize that the world has become white.

The beauty of nature has always been rich and dignified.Respect yourself.Like a kind of order, a kind of reason. When I was a child, I sometimes lay on the roof terrace overlooking the mountains, staring at the edge of the top of the mountain that is far away, longing for them, eager to climb to the top of the mountain, explore the depths of the mountain, and know what is there.But when standing on the top of the mountain, what you see is still this kind of unfathomable mystery.The deterrence given by nature, its implication is endless. It is a lucky encounter for a child to have a childhood spent in the countryside.Living unrestrained in the heaven and the earth, like a vigorously growing weed, its vitality is extraordinarily strong.The tranquility between mountains, fields, and heaven and earth has nothing to do with the turbulent changes in the world.A man's affection for the land and nature keeps him at a small and detached distance from the world.will be different from others.