reading "the three of us" by Mr. yang Jiang at night, I was deeply touched by the old man's unpretentious words and simple statements. One night, it was sleepless!
? The literati who once thought that the scroll was full of flavor did not eat human fireworks. However, in the second book "The Three of us Lost", the details of cooking life are mentioned many times. It is written in the book that my daughter cooks for them who are sick. She (Qian Yuan) often says, "I read recipes, just like I look up three dictionaries for one word and three recipes for one dish." She has learned a lot of skills. She bought a simple oven and a non-simple one, which cooked all kinds of fresh and tender meat carefully for us, and then watched piteously whether we enjoyed it.
I wrote about the old gentleman himself. To tell the truth, they have never been tired of my cooking. As long as I cook it, they always applaud it. I made a wish to them before I retired. I said, "When I retire, I will make up lessons, pay my debts and give you a delicious meal." ?
? The plain language narrates the warm family trifles, but it expounds the heavy family affection and the love that is like family affection.
? The human brain, which is made up of about 14 billion cells and weighs about 1,4 grams, has a huge capacity to store information equivalent to 1, libraries with 1 million books. But not every experience can be remembered by people, and not many people have the ability to never forget. We always inadvertently and selectively remember those unforgettable things.
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I spent most of my childhood summer vacation at my uncle's house. My uncle's house is deep in the mountains. During the day, I heard the chirping of cicadas in the silence of the mountains, which was particularly bright. The starry sky at night was much clearer than it is now. We chased fireflies flying under the starry sky.
plums and peaches were just ripening in the summer vacation. As soon as we arrived, my brother and I couldn't wait to climb the tree, and my uncle hurriedly shouted, "It's too fine!" " (dialect, meaning careful). We sat on the plum tree, with our heads up, and the sun shone on our little face through the leaves. We could bite the red fruit with our mouths open, which was a simple happiness and joy that my children would never experience. The sour taste of green plums and the sweet taste of red plums can't be eaten anymore!
? At the end of the summer vacation, the wild kiwifruit and grapes should be ripe. They grow deep in the forest, and my uncle won't let us go. In the morning, my uncle was holding a sickle. In some places, the thatch was too deep and he was holding a long stick. It was very common to meet a snake. Wear long-sleeved trousers no matter how hot it is, and the trousers should be tightly tied in thick socks. Because there are leeches in the mountains. It is said that the leeches who have been hungry for a long time in the mountains are magical. After hearing the sound of people walking, they quickly rush over, climb on your shoes, or fall on bare skin to suck blood. The more you drag it out, the more it drills into your skin. It's very annoying!
? After cleaning up, my uncle set off. When it was almost noon, the dog suddenly barked twice, growled again and rushed out. My uncle came back with a long stick carrying two big cloth bags. His clothes were soaked and dried several times, and there were many thatch scraps stuck on them, as well as the ash stuck when climbing trees. The whole face was gray and unkempt. Stupid dogs began to regard their owners as beggars. My simple uncle never told us how difficult it is to pick those things.
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? Everyone once had a pure white youth, green and beautiful, shy and pure, stored in a corner deep in memory.
? In the early autumn of the second year of high school, it was cool, and I felt that the boys at the back table kicked my stool with their feet, hesitated to turn around, greeted a smiling face, and then held out a handful of chestnuts from the desk bucket. I reached out my little hand timidly, but I caught a glimpse of the old class standing outside the window. The plump chestnuts just missed the little hand that was suddenly withdrawn and fell to the ground like a broken heart.
after many years, whenever I go to the street, I always like to weigh five yuan of chestnuts, slowly peel their shells, savor them carefully and think about them. Unfortunately, those chestnuts that are scattered all over the place will be the same sweet or slightly astringent.
My daughter loves to eat zongzi. Every year, when making zongzi, she always reminds me, Mom, remember to put your favorite raisins.
In the third year of high school, a classmate moved to Xinjiang with his family. After the Spring Festival, he asked his relatives to bring a big bag of raisins and various dried fruits in Xinjiang. In those days, those raisins went through three days and three nights in the crowded green-leather train, and crossed mountains and mountains, spanning more than half of China, with many different rich flavors that I couldn't find for so many years.
? In 213, I went to colorful Yunnan and wanted to buy some gifts for my friends and relatives. However, after a long journey, I had no choice but to give up many ideas. At this point, I understand that the gift given to you after your trip, regardless of the price, even a soft scarf, must be full of heavy affection when someone puts it in the suitcase.
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? Downstairs of the house, there is a small place where I carefully planted an apple tree, a cherry tree and a grape. Watching the branches sprout day by day, one person has grown taller in a year, and it's really gratifying to watch. There is a colleague in the school who lives in Shanxi and has an apple orchard at home. He said that the apple sapling is a very good variety. It takes two years to blossom and three years to bear fruit, so the dull days have a little more expectation.
I woke up from a nap one day and went to work. I went downstairs, and the earth shook violently, and the land downstairs was shoveled clean! Turning the corner again, I saw a tricycle pulling a load of dirt. My father, chasing after him desperately, shouted loudly in dialect regardless of the surprised eyes of many students. Wait a minute, hey, stop! Just like that clumsy body, I chased all the way to the place where the car fell to the ground, and from there I struggled to dig out my apple tree, cherry tree and grape tree with my hands. The sunshine at two o'clock stung my eyes, and tears poured down. My mood was hard to calm down for a long time, and then I had a family class with my students, a gratitude class. Disembarking, the lovely children listened more carefully than the English class. Several children living in the school stood up with tears in their eyes and shared the things that their parents sent them food and meals. By this robbery, apple trees and vines never survived. That cherry tree is growing stronger and stronger, and it repays that kindness with flowers and fresh and juicy cherries every year.
? I stayed at school for a long time this summer vacation, and my life and rest during the holiday completely lost its regularity. I slept at twelve o'clock in the evening and got up at eight or nine in the morning. One morning after eight o'clock, suddenly the doorbell rang. Who knocked at the door so early? The child said it must be my little friend. I'll get the door. I heard her say grandpa, it's not you. We got up quickly, I complained, dad, you didn't even call to tell me. Dad said that fresh fish from someone else's net in the morning, so he decided to send it temporarily. My hometown is more than 1 miles away from school, and my father has to walk for nearly two hours by motorcycle.
My sister-in-law came here for the first time last year. We cooked bacon and bamboo shoots and stewed our own ducks. It's the first time she's eaten this dish in the north, and she always says it's delicious. Last winter, my parents salted more than 1 Jin of pork. When bamboo shoots came out this spring, they were pulled out all over the mountains, carried back, peeled, cooked, shredded and dried. A snakeskin bag of bamboo shoots, dried into dried bamboo shoots is only over a catty. It's almost a month before and after, mom and dad, and it's fun.
? In the middle, as long as I hear that someone is going to Zhengzhou, I will buy a good local duck. Once, I suddenly heard that a colleague went to Zhengzhou the next day. When my parents knew about it, they immediately went to buy it, but it was spring. The old lady said, who is willing to sell it after just laying eggs? After running several times, I finally bought it and cleaned it overnight. Spring is also the time to change hair, and there are a lot of fluff. Mom and Dad wear reading glasses and stay up late. Then put it in the refrigerator and freeze it for fear of breakage, and then put a few bottles of mineral water together. It has just thawed in Zhengzhou.
There are too many such parents in China who express their deep affection in such a unique way. After the Spring Festival, in the trunk of cars returning to the city, which one is not full, full of food and full of love! And how many unfilial children like me, knowing clearly that it is love, are deeply moved, but choose to moan and groan in the articles they can't read. 4
? I was clever since I was a child, and I loved my parents very much. Only after I got married at work did I learn to cook and cook. A few days ago, when I was cutting vegetables, I suddenly remembered something and hurried to the living room to tell my husband something. My daughter was surprised and said, Mom, your hand is bleeding! Looking down, it is really. So calmly turn around, put cold water on it, and then cook. When cooking, I remember the first time I cut my hand with a knife, and I dared not see the water for a few days. The next day, my husband wrung a towel to wash my face. In the past few years, I have received the experience of rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea day by day. Is it too much happiness? The pain has actually been alleviated.
? Boiled pork slices are very troublesome to cook. From the purchase of various ingredients and sauces to cleaning and frying, I really realize that people often say that family banquets are the highest-standard hospitality! In the hall, my husband is tutoring the children's homework, and in the kitchen, I am busy. Listening to the sentence, it's time to serve. They quickly stopped and washed their hands to eat. My mouth is full of food, and I don't forget to say it several times. It's delicious, mom. You are a genius mom. I was deceived by this sentence. If I have nothing to do, I will follow WeChat official account's attention in my mobile phone, such as rice, popular food, Wenyi home cooking, etc., and come to a new dish, or increase the menu, or reduce blood pressure, or solve the problem of food and wine. But boiled pork slices have always been a special dish in my family.
? When I was in college, I stood on the train for four hours and arrived at my husband's school city. Two poor people, the most extravagant thing is to go to a small restaurant and order boiled pork slices, vinegar-vinegar shredded potatoes and two bowls of rice. There is nothing more pleasant than this. Nowadays, the boiled pork slices cooked at home are not so complete in sauce, but after years of practice and improvement, in addition to the sweetness of love, the taste is more homely and warm!
No matter how good two people are, they sometimes quarrel. If they quarrel, they don't want to do anything when they get angry. But when it's time to eat, he will still take the initiative to cook with a rice cooker. Although my heart is still angry, my legs are heading for the kitchen. When cutting vegetables, the knife goes fast, and the shovel bangs in the pot to vent its anger. It is not surprising that the same material tastes much worse under the influence of resentment.
people often say that happiness means cooking for the people you love the most. I am introverted, and I am not happy with the noise before. I only want to be alone in a corner. Wake up in the morning, cook a pot of porridge for your family, slowly cook a few delicious side dishes in the music, and watch them eat and drink, which is the greatest satisfaction.
In the third book "The Three of us" by the old gentleman, I miss the three of us alone, there is such a passage, which reminds me that after more than 3 years, in the early spring of 1972, shortly after we returned to Beijing from the cadre school, Beijing began to replace honeycomb coal with gas tanks. I put out the coal stove at night. Get up early, Zhong Shu served breakfast as usual, and made his favorite lard rice cake. His face was full of color. I praised him for making rice cakes, but he didn't say anything and pretended as if nothing had happened. I was eating, and suddenly I was surprised and said, "Who lit the fire for you?" (Because I usually seal the coal stove at night, and he opens the fire door in the morning, the stove will be prosperous. Zhong Shu is waiting for me to ask, and he proudly said, "I can strike matches!" " This is the first time in his life that he struck a match in order to make breakfast.
? The old man was very moved. "This is the first time in his life that he struck a match to make breakfast." To "the most virtuous wife, the most talented woman".
? In this silent night, the plain things in the book touch the heart, touch the love, and evoke many feelings that have been ignored and taken for granted in memory. Let me feel that loving you means giving you delicious food.
At the same time, with the development of science and technology, people can express their feelings at any time and anywhere without obstacles, but it is increasingly difficult to see people's hearts, and there is an increasingly thick barrier between people. How I hope that we can always keep a pure heart, feel the plain and true love around us, and give back everything with a grateful heart, and live deeply in this fickle world.