In our family, I spend the longest time in the kitchen. All year round, three meals a day should be prepared with your own hands.

I added the accompaniment of pots and pans to the chorus of range hoods and fires. I have long been accustomed to these sounds and am not moved by them. However, in the kitchen, besides these, there is another small world.

In spring, through the bright window of the kitchen, I can see the trees downstairs sprouting, and the leaves turn from light green to dark green. I can also see the flowers blooming in the garden, hear the chirping of birds, and hear the greetings between neighbors. In summer, I listen to the noise of cicadas outside the window, and in autumn, I watch the leaves turn yellow day by day...

I like the kitchen in winter the most, because it is full of my little thoughts and full of joy. Little beauty.

No, these days, the kitchen is busy again. The window sill connected to the dining room is not very spacious, but it has been fully occupied by me. The windowsill where bottles and jars used to be placed is now filled with flowers and plants. Of course the flowers and plants are not expensive, but they are the most attractive to me.

In fact, the only real flowers on the windowsill are pots and pots of pothos, which were cut from cuttings this summer. I planted several pots at that time and placed them in the bedroom and living room, but the one in the kitchen is the longest. The brightest, shiny leaves look thick. I sometimes wonder if the fish, fried shrimp, cooked meat, and vegetables have been steamed and fried in the kitchen, and the green radish smelled every day and absorbed these nutrients?

The green and tall pots are garlic seedlings. The flower pots were several small bottles, which were poured out by two children after eating pudding. I looked at the shape, it was small and exquisite, and I liked it very much, so I kept it. Some of the garlic I bought in autumn sprouted, so I planted these garlic cloves in small bottles and put an appropriate amount of water. Within a few days, they grew so beautiful.

A few days ago, I told my eldest grandson that when the garlic seedling grows taller, we should cut it off and eat it, and it will grow again. But the child refused to let it go, saying that it would be better to just put it in a bottle and watch it. It seems that children also understand that it is more interesting to feast their eyes than to feast their mouths. Spiritual pursuits are sometimes more enjoyable than material needs.

In the green crescent-shaped box, the three seedlings planted are two sweet potatoes and one carrot. Sweet potatoes and carrots are readily available. When cooking sweet potatoes and stir-frying, cut off their heads and immerse them partially in water. Leaves will grow within a few days. The leaves of sweet potato are purple-red, and the heart-shaped leaves are very thick. The leaves of carrots are bright green, small and opposite leaves, and their slender appearance is endearing.

The bottle on the corner of the window sill contained dried flowers filled with gypsophila. When I celebrated my birthday this fall, my daughter and son-in-law each bought me a bouquet of flowers. Later, when the flowers withered, I The dried flowers filled with gypsophila remained and settled in this corner, making them appear more vivid.

Wouldn’t it be too monotonous if the kitchen only contained those bottles, pots and pans? Look, since these pots of flowers and plants have settled here, the kitchen has become full of life.

Of course, a kitchen is a kitchen after all and needs to play its natural role. The usual situation is like this: I come back from get off work, change my clothes in a hurry, go to the kitchen, cook a pot of porridge, stew a pot of vegetables, look at the watch, wait for the family to come back one by one, the family sits together and eats. During the dinner, the two children ate and talked, filled with joy. Children are the pistachios of adults. Their happiness takes away the worries of adults.

Sometimes, when I work for more than an hour for a table of food, I feel sorry for the time that has passed. I think: How can I waste my time on eating and drinking every day? I always feel that my time can be used to do other more meaningful things. But as day goes by, I also know that I haven’t done many meaningful things.

I stay in the kitchen for a long time, so let’s count it as practicing. Later, when I slowly figured it out, I felt that it was really like this: The so-called eternal life is like this. A tea, a meal, a porridge, and a dish can be with one person for a lifetime. With the person you love, a bowl of porridge can produce roses. breath. We are mortals, and there is no need to aspire to a life that is different from the world.

After you have sailed through thousands of sails and seen all the scenery, you will truly understand that life is about lighting a fire to live your life. The green onions on the ground and the heat in the house are the most beautiful state of a home.

Half fireworks, half poetry, it is the most beautiful state in the world.