The so-called pot rice is a kind of rice cooked by burning coal or firewood and putting raw rice and water in an iron pot. Before the 1970s or 1980s, some rural people knew it very well, because it was their patent. I often miss the taste of canned rice. It's so fragrant, and my childhood memories are always lingering!

With the rapid development of modern science and technology, people's lives are changing with each passing day. No matter how advanced technology is, it will not change my nostalgia. Sometimes it feels strange. I live in modern times, but I always miss the past! For example, I like to express my feelings by letters, although most people use mobile phone messages. I like writing with a pen, although most people don't use pens now. I like to wear the sweater knitted by my mother, but now I can't wear it because my mother's hands are not flexible; I like to eat lard fried rice cooked by my mother, but now it's not delicious because of the conditions; I recall that my parents raised money for my school, and I cried because my family conditions are good now, but my parents are old. ...

Childhood as sweet as a pot of rice is gone forever, and memories are the sweetness of missing. Sometimes, when I am bitter and tired, I like to sit down, have a cup of tea quietly and remember the past quietly. Just like the pot rice I missed when I was a child, it was really delicious, but now I can't eat it. I didn't understand until the conditions at home were good. That's the smell of my mother, the smell of my home, the lingering but lost smell. Why do you have to "know the strength of wine when you are drunk, know the depth when you love, and cherish when you lose it"? Only after experiencing everything can we understand that what is lost is the best.

We used to say that the scenery is still the same and the people are completely different. Now it is true that the personnel are still the same and the scenery is completely different. Alas! Science and technology are so developed, can you take me back to that ignorant but happy childhood, let me have enough fun and bring me back? There is a saying that nostalgia can slow down aging, right? But I prefer to eat pot rice cooked by my mother when I was a child. There are sweet potatoes, taro, pumpkins and occasionally pickles in the pot rice. ...