When I was a child, even though I was still very young, I was determined!
When I was little, the most profound memory is that my sister and my mother insisted on weaning me. The memory is still fresh in my mind.
I tried my best to stop it and resisted tenaciously, but I had no choice. I was too small and couldn't withstand the yellow lotus water my mother and sister fed me, and the milk was blocked.
When it came to isolating milk, the night before, I heard my sister tell me to find some yellow lotus that someone else had asked for, soak it in some boiling water, and use it to separate milk for me tomorrow.
After breakfast the next day, my sister held the bowl of soaked yellow lotus water in her hand and came to the room on the north side of our house called the cabinet room (the main room of a wooden house with four rows and three rooms, the front room on both sides of the facade in the countryside)
(People call me the locker room) I want my mother to breastfeed me.
Mom was sitting on a low bench, facing north, and my sister was standing in the east, facing west. Both of them were watching me suck breast milk.
My sister said, "Don't suck it. I'll give you some sugar water. It's sweet."
Mom said, "Let's give it a try!" I knew they had told me yesterday to wean me off, and they tried their best not to let me put the yellow lotus water on my mother's nipples. I was too young to be able to compete with their determination.
My sister lied to me and said it was sugar for rubbing, and asked me to suck breast milk.
It’s so bitter, so bitter!
He also asked me to suck this breast (the breast on my left hand) and it was just as painful.
My sister is a junior high school student, and she can see that I am strong-willed. She said to me: "Good guy (people in our generation call our younger brothers "Lao"), you are obedient. You see, my mother has to work in the production team again.
I have to feed you milk again, but my mother’s body can’t bear it, so we won’t feed you anymore!” Oh, that’s it.
I made up my mind not to breastfeed anymore. At that time, I often ate noodles and rice... Photo/text by Fu Shilin on the bank of the Yujiang source. Hey, I am getting old before I know it. The taste memories of a child born in the 90s include these: 1. Bubble gum
Stickers, I used to buy bubble gum when I was a kid, it cost a dime each, not only because the candy was delicious, but also because I could get a sticker. When I was a kid, I liked sticking it on my arms or face.
2. I only started using correction tape in the third grade because I only started writing with ballpoint pens in the third grade.
If I wrote a wrong word, I would post it. At that time, I made a mistake on purpose and posted it all over the whole book. As a result, I was detained by the teacher. Oops, I accidentally exposed my age. 3. Bubble water, 50 cents a bottle.
I bought it with my brothers and sisters and went to the football field to play together, playing and running.
If you run out of blowing, just use washing powder or dishwashing liquid and add water and put it in to blow bubbles. 4. Spicy strips, Weilong costs 30 cents a pack, super delicious.
When I was a kid, I didn't know if I could do it cleanly and I would buy it secretly if I had money.
It’s really delicious when you and I eat one piece together with the kids.
Do you still have contact with your friend who ate spicy strips with you when you were a child? How about the taste of your childhood, if you unfold it and reminisce about it?
There are really many!
But what I will never forget in my life is the Spring Festival of 1960.
At that time, the country was in great difficulty due to external forced loans and blockade, and was short of supplies.
I remember that during the Spring Festival of that year, each person with an urban household registration certificate received 2 taels of fungus, half a kilo of sugar, half a kilo of vermicelli, and 2 taels of horse meat. My family of four had 8 taels of horse meat. We took it home and sat on the edge of the Kang to wolf it down.
8 Two horses are gone.
I have endless aftertaste after eating!
You can tell the truth!
That was the most delicious taste I had in my childhood.
Nowadays, the years are quiet, life is happy, I have everything I want, and I eat whatever I want, but why can’t I find that feeling?
A truth tells me: when people are hungry, food tastes good!
When a person is in a honeypot, he always feels that he cannot find the syrup contained in the beet fields.
A long time ago when I was in school, I ate roasted sweet potatoes.
A few friends were holding a lot of firewood, five or six sweet potatoes, and two or three people were eating half-cooked sweet potatoes. Everyone was very happy.
To catch fish and shrimps, one person would put several ground cages in the water and wait for the next morning to harvest some small fish and shrimps.
Think about your childhood or the beauty deep in your memory.
All grown up now.
Everyone has their own jobs.
Thanks for the invitation.
Because as time goes by, my memory is bad and it is inconvenient to look back on the past.
Please understand!
Thank you for your invitation: Everyone has some particularly unforgettable tastes when they were young, and so do I, so let’s talk about my childhood.
A child who grew up in a rural area has some particularly profound memories, especially about food. Since there are no extra material conditions, being able to eat full meals and eat something special is the happiest thing.
I was born in a small mountain village, surrounded by mountains. At that time, there was only one trail leading to the outside world (it is different now, the transportation has become very convenient), so everything in my life was self-sufficient. It is difficult to say that there is any surplus. It seems that I just have enough.
Feed the whole family.
Therefore, my family also has one-third of an acre of land, with four distinct seasons throughout the year, so different crops will be planted in different seasons. The main ones are rice, potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn and wheat. The others are some vegetables such as radish, cabbage, and fruits at that time.
It is also rare for us. There are only a few households with some peaches, plums and the like growing naturally in the fields.
In this way, everything becomes quite precious.