An unforgettable composition about grandma: There is a tall elm tree in front of the house in Yu Qian'er's Wotou hometown, with lush branches and leaves, and the trunk is as thick as the mouth of a barrel.

Around the Qingming Festival, the elm trees bloom, and dense elm trees hang on the branches, exuding a faint fragrance.

A group of greedy children gathered under the tree in groups of three and five, with bamboo baskets hanging on their waists. They ran up to the big elm tree like monkeys, sat on the branches of the tree and played with elm coins to their heart's content, and occasionally put it in their mouths.

Stuff it.

Their innocent laughter brought my thoughts back to my childhood... When I was 8 years old, my gray-haired grandma told me to put the chopped elm money into a basin and wash it clean, and to steam a pot of elm money steamed buns for me.

Let's try it.

I am so excited. I have never eaten the steamed buns made by Yu Qian'er in my life.

So, while imagining the deliciousness of steamed buns, I got busy around my grandma.

Grandma's craftsmanship is really good. She first grinds the washed elm leaves with a stone mill, then mixes them with sweet potato noodles, and finally kneads the mixed noodles into several patterns, including "dragon head up", "thousand-layer top"... everything.

When ready, put it on a bamboo grate and steam it.

After about half an hour, the steamed buns are ready, and you can smell an alluring aroma from afar.

The children from the neighboring yard came running over at some point. I had no time to take care of them. I couldn’t wait to take a steaming steamed bun from the grate and took a big bite. The taste was weird, bitter and astringent.

There was numbness in the middle, and after chewing it carefully, I felt a little bit of sweetness... "Bah! It tastes terrible!" The friends spat it out and threw it away after just one bite.

They shouted: "It's not as delicious as chocolate!" "It's not as sweet as biscuits!" "It's not as fragrant as potato chips!"... Grandma shook her head helplessly, sighed and said: "Hey, you guys grew up in a honey pot.

Child..." She picked up the nests on the ground piece by piece with slightly trembling hands, rubbed them on her sleeves a few times, put them in her mouth and chewed them with relish.

Then grandma gathered us under the big elm tree and told us stories about her childhood... In grandma's hoarse narration, we learned about the misery and misery of grandma's childhood.

This black Yuqian'er steamed bun was the best meal at that time.

During the famine year, the big elm tree in the yard once saved the lives of my grandma and her family.

( ) Tears flowed down her weather-beaten face when grandma told her that her grandfather, who was sick from overwork, did not even have a bite of white-flour steamed buns when he died.

At that moment, my friend and I lowered our heads in shame, quietly holding the inconspicuous Yuqianer Wotou and tasting it silently... Now our life is getting better and better, but my grandma who has gone through many vicissitudes has left us forever.

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After the old house was demolished, my family moved into a brand new building. The big elm tree in the yard was not cut down. Whenever the elm tree blooms, I can't help but think of my lovely grandma.