Recently, I read "Because of the Wind" by a poet: Yesterday I walked along the river bank/went to the place where reeds bent down to drink water/invited the chimney by the way/wrote me a long letter in the sky/scribbled a little …
I think the poet must have seen the graceful figure outlined by the chimney smoke in the sky, but I privately think that the chimney is only a concrete existence and the smoke is its living soul. Because of the wind, "Chimney Smoke" wrote a long love letter to the poet, otherwise it would be Wang Wei's "Lonely Smoke in the Desert".
This reminds me of my distant son. I remember when I was a child, on my way to my grandmother's house, every time I saw a tall chimney, he would excitedly shout "Smoke from the chimney" and "Smoke from the chimney". If there is smoke in the chimney, everyone in the car will lament his language ability. If there is no smoke, the people in the car will think that he is playing with everyone. In fact, he just said that the chimney is chimney smoke.
I didn't pay special attention at first, but later I found that I had more horizons. I not only talked, but also read and wrote. The reasoning must have something to do with his left-handed. Everyone says that left-handed people are smart, so except that the teacher forced them to change their writing to their right hands, the rest followed his nature, but "smoke from the chimney" became a pleasure that my wife and I often teased him.
Being a parent when I was young, I had many surprises, many scares, and even more bewildered. I would rather spend a lot of time on those meaningless social activities now than get along well with my children. My son grew up and left home in an instant, and missed the moment when many children grew up. I envy many parents like Xiao Wu, who not only grow up with their children, but also carefully record their children's dribs and drabs, which makes us very ashamed.
Recently, many jokes about Bandu have been circulated on the Internet, such as "What does it matter?", which was beyond our ability at that time. Even simple dictation is done by our son himself. Although he has no strong thirst for knowledge, he is conscious of daily listening, speaking, reading and writing, mainly because he is afraid of trouble. It is better to follow the wishes of teachers and parents and relax happily. He can also lick his face and try to play online games with me for a while. Said it affected other students and ordered me to stop all game time. My son promised not to preach, but the game was played correctly. Because of this, my wife has approved it many times.
Without the trouble of accompanying students, I just played in parks and the like, and the rest was only eating. Only breakfast is eaten from Monday to Friday, that is, wonton, steamed bread, fried rice, soybean milk fritters and milk bread are eaten in turn. On weekends, I will urge him to get up early and then look for noodles all over the street. I will go to the noodle restaurant in the north of the city, the noodle restaurant in the south of the city, the garden noodle restaurant in the east of the city, and the old Suzhou noodle restaurant on Xinshihe Road, as long as it is slightly different. My son likes spicy noodles, such as Monopterus albus, fried fish and fillet, while I like light vegetarian noodles, such as mushrooms and vegetables. Unfortunately, there was really no bowl of noodles in the port city at that time. Even so, two people still enjoy it.
After eating noodles, my son crossed his legs and went home. I went straight to the vegetable market, first went to the "pheasant" stall outside and turned around. There are often many surprises, such as crucian carp, eels, pheasants, wild pigeons, domestic chickens, local dishes and so on. Many of them are rare ingredients, and then I went to the vegetable market to add some bean products, seafood and seasonal vegetables, and went back to fry for a while.
Although there are many such days, it is more for the wife to stroll, especially when living in Ximen. On the way home, there are all kinds of snacks, such as lobster in spring and summer, crab in autumn, mutton in winter, all kinds of marinated vegetables and salted duck all year round. As long as it's meat and fish, my son will eat and drink. Chatting with him on QQ now, what can attract his more attention is probably all kinds of delicious food that he misses so much.
Now, the chimney is almost gone, and the son is no longer immature. His study, life orientation and future destiny are beyond his father's guidance and care. I hope to come back from school as soon as possible, talk to him about food, cook two side dishes myself and go out to eat together. I believe that people who love food will have good luck, because times (food) will turn! ! !