A pole with two winds,

A can of charcoal is used as a street lamp.

Long shouts make the wine smell far away.

Walk slowly and make a sound.

Time seems to be a long river, hiding the flickering things in the depths of memory. But whenever it comes to food, it is like aging that is instantly opened, from the depths of memory to the tip of the tongue, which makes people think about it.

It was a cold winter. After a heavy snow, the cold wind at night makes people shudder, and there are few pedestrians in the street and they are in a hurry. The dim street lamp in front is flowing with moonlight, and there is a fire flashing around the corner. The long-heard sound of "strong wine" in Cang Sang came from the street corner. After the past, there was a decent man in his forties drinking strong wine. Uncle asked for two bowls, which looked steaming. At this time, his hand was placed on it, which was very hot and warm, and there was an indescribable comfort.

Decent people have come a long way and will soon turn the corner. With the broken sound of "strong liquor", the uncle selling strong liquor was holding a stack of banknotes with a ten-dollar bill outside, and shouted loudly to the man, "Your money, comrade, your money …" and ran to the decent man. Suddenly, he gave a cry and fell down on the street. The decent man has turned around and watched him fall in the street, so he walked over to him.

When we ran past, the old man sat astride the street, looking very miserable. After a while, a dozen people gathered together. Generally, they all know the reason and unanimously suggest sending the uncle who sells strong liquor home. Uncle said it doesn't matter, just sit for a while, and decent people said they had something to do and left. After a while, grandpa finally stood up with his waist crossed, and all the people gathered left. He shook his waist slowly, trying to move forward, move. ...

Two bowls of strong wine, uncle gave eighty cents, said to send him home, the old man said nothing, will go home soon.

In fact, my uncle and I didn't see the money at that time, and the decent man was about to turn the corner. He could have kept the money for himself. Maybe it was because he thought the man was going to turn the corner, so he was in a hurry and had a bad fall.

My uncle and I had just turned the corner when the long cry of "strong wine" came and floated across this lonely street, boundless, deep and distant.

That night, I forgot the thick smell of wine in a trance, and there was only a warm love in my heart. Since then, I have drunk strong wine many times in the old man's house, and the fragrance of the wine is getting stronger and stronger in my heart, from four cents to one hair in a bowl, and the two hairs are getting stronger and stronger. Last time I drank it, it was twenty cents a bowl. The old man is very old. He trembled and handed me the strong wine. I drank it and looked up at him. I was influenced by an indescribable emotion and couldn't control myself.

Since then, I have never seen him again, and I have never drunk such a rich and heavy wine. On the contrary, the price of strong liquor keeps rising until each bowl 10 yuan.

The decent man has long been blurred into a hazy figure in my heart, and only the long and boundless shouts reverberate in my memory-

Food has a soul, it is like a sapling, like a goldfish, just like us, they also have a soul!

(1) With the rapid economic development in recent years, people's quality of life is getting better and better. I remember dropping a bean on the ground when I was a child, and my grandmother asked me to pick it up and eat it.

In their concept, food has a soul and cannot be wasted! Grandma is always in awe of food, so the meals she cooks are often delicious.

In primary school, we often have some pocket money. It was not much, but it seemed enough for me then.

If I had got my pocket money the night before, I would have hidden it in my shoes beside my bed. At that time, there was no shoe cabinet, and shoes often tied the shoelaces of two shoes together and hung them on the wooden pole at the bedside.

My heart is overwhelmed by excitement, so I always take it out and watch it several times before going to bed.

Even in the middle of the night, you should take it out and look at it several times, then fold it carefully and put it back satisfactorily. I think I was better at managing money then than I am now.

(2) the soul of food!

For us at that time, the money was of course used for eating and playing. It would be great if there were a fifty-cent doll and a pack of spicy strips.

Of course, besides dolls, we also had many toys, such as marbles and playing cards. Compared with these things that can only be owned by money, we are more toys created by ourselves.

I think everything was delicious at that time, and it was better not to eat often. As long as we hear the sound of mother making plastic bags, our sisters will suddenly get nervous and look in the direction of mother, paying close attention to what is in her hand.

When I imagine what a wonderful thing it is, if I find that it is just an empty plastic bag, or when my mother uses it to hold other food at home, I suddenly feel like a bolt from the blue and despair to the end.

I think everything at that time was delicious, not because things at that time were more exquisite than now, nor because the ingredients were more fresh and diverse.

The status of food at that time was very high, not only because of its scarcity and preciousness, but also because of its soul.

I think people in childhood can taste the delicious food, and more importantly, both the people who make food and the people who eat food can feel the positive energy and soul of food contained in various foods!

What was the best food in my childhood memory?

This reminds me of when I was in primary school, an old man pushed a cart to the school gate every day. There are all kinds of snacks in the car, one of which is called bee cake, which is very sweet, really sweet. This seems to be a dime or two cents together. I have a soft spot for this. Hehe, I take a few cents with me to school every day, and I spend most of my time buying bee cakes.

Because bee cakes are sweet, diabetics should never eat them. I have a friend with diabetes. When something goes wrong, I complain in my circle of friends. Hey, it's annoying. Two honey cakes are delicious!

I believe many people like to eat snacks, but now most people eat less for a healthy diet. But sometimes if you are greedy, you will still buy some food to recall the taste of childhood.

I remember when I was a child, it should be in the 1990s. I ate a cold noodle at a roadside stall. If I remember correctly, it should be made by Sichuanese. It is full of the smell of marijuana, and my memory is particularly deep. I haven't tasted that smell since I grew up. Sometimes I go to see it when I smell a similar smell in the street, but it seems that I am disappointed every time, as if I can eat my childhood memories again.

In my childhood memory, the best food is jiaozi wrapped by my parents. Every winter, jiaozi wrapped by parents is an unforgettable food. Jiaozi stuffed with sauerkraut and jiaozi stuffed with leeks and eggs, because their families were relatively simple when they were young, usually only ate simple cabbages and potatoes. Jiaozi with sauerkraut can only be eaten around the Spring Festival in winter, which is unforgettable so far.

Maybe it's because I'm a northerner and I like the independence of jiaozi. I remember that whenever I went out to work alone, my parents would say, jiaozi gets on and off the bus, and I can always have a delicious jiaozi. (jiaozi's mother)

As far as I can remember, the best food I ate as a child was at home, because I was a boarding student in grade one when I was a child. Every week, I only go home for two days on weekends. The food at school is a big pot of cooking, and there is no oil and water, so every weekend when I get home, I will go to the kitchen to see what is delicious.

In my childhood memory, the best food is jiaozi wrapped by my parents. Every winter, jiaozi wrapped by parents is an unforgettable food. Jiaozi stuffed with sauerkraut and jiaozi stuffed with leeks and eggs, because their families were relatively simple when they were young, usually only ate simple cabbages and potatoes. Jiaozi with sauerkraut can only be eaten around the Spring Festival in winter, which is unforgettable so far.

Maybe it's because I'm a northerner and I like the independence of jiaozi. I remember that whenever I went out to work alone, my parents would say, jiaozi gets on and off the bus, and I can always have a delicious jiaozi.

For me, when I was a child, my grandmother cooked the best food. Up to now, I have eaten a lot of food, but it is far less delicious than my grandmother's cooking. My grandmother can cook many dishes, and there is a kind of pumpkin skin fried pepper that is really delicious. Many people may not know this dish, but it is delicious and is the favorite of my sister, brother and sisters. Now that I have grown up, I seldom go home, so I have no chance to eat this dish.

What I remember most is the bacon I ate at home during the Spring Festival. Our fried Sichuan bacon with garlic sprouts smells delicious. Now that I think about it, I don't know how to eat it now.

When I was a child, everything I could eat was delicious, including 50 cents a loaf of bread, Chili candy, large ice cubes and small ice cubes, strings of 1 dime, and orange juice.