As far as I can remember, my grandfather has been burning a firewood stove. My grandfather lost his beautiful wife when he was in his twenties. He raised my father and aunt by himself, and then helped raise our five brothers and sisters until he died at the age of 73. Grandpa in front of the stove always looks calm, slowly lights the wheat straw in the kitchen hall, slowly adds bean straw, dead branches and firewood, and never worries, even if his mother on the stove urges him again. He pulled the bellows and cooed, and the red flame licked the bottom of the pot and the side of the stove, reflecting his vicissitudes. Sometimes, grandpa will look at the flames in a daze. In my ignorant youth, I never thought about what my grandfather was thinking. Do you miss grandma who disappeared into the sky like kitchen smoke?

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? Extraction code: 9dl3 safflower is not only the green manure in the field, but also the delicious food on the farm table. There are many kinds of cooking methods. In addition to the general cooking methods, you can also use a hundred pages of fried eggs, bacon and the like. I like to wrap jiaozi with safflower straw best. Cut the meat into diced meat, then mix the cut safflower with diced meat and wrap it in jiaozi. The family sat together, chatting and wrapping jiaozi. The warm atmosphere alone is nostalgic. When jiaozi is ripe, put one in, and you can see the green shadow of safflower through the dumpling skin. Take a bite, your mouth is full of fragrance! On the day of love, the yellow cat's cry is very special. Strong confidence, bleak ending; Full of strength and pain; The rhythm is very slow, dragging on for a long time; No scruples, completely unrestrained; Snoring lasted all night. The winter night is long, and the wind that wears the night is like a steel knife. This set off the yellow cat's cry more desolate and heartbreaking. If you have neurasthenia and phobia, you will stay up all night to hear such sounds. I think the yellow cat's cry sounds bleak and horrible to people, but it must be wonderful to its lover and similar people. It is fully expressing love, sincerity and pursuit. Such calls need to be free; Such a call is the greatest, most vital and most vital. Grandpa squatted on the ground and pulled out the grass, so I planted flowers for him. Grandpa only knew that I was playing tricks on his hat, but he didn't know what I was doing. I gave him a circle of flowers and twenty or thirty red flowers in his straw hat. I laughed while inserting it, when I heard my grandfather say, "It rained heavily this spring, and the roses in our house are blooming very well." Erli Road is also afraid of smelling it. "He made me tremble with laughter. I can hardly support it. When I finished, my grandfather was still worried. He is still pulling up the grass on the ridge. I stood in the distance. I dare not look at my grandfather. I just want to laugh. So I took the opportunity to go into the house and find something to eat. Before I returned to the garden, my grandfather walked into the house. Grandma saw the red flower as soon as she came in. Seeing that she said nothing, she smiled. Mom and dad laughed, too. I laughed the most and rolled on the kang. Grandpa took off his hat and saw the fragrance of roses not because of the heavy rain this spring, but because they were spent on his head. He put down his hat and laughed for more than ten minutes. After a while, he remembered and smiled again. There is a proverb among mankind: "It makes people haggard for Iraq." This sentence also applies to yellow cats these days. Usually at night, I can't leave the house. These days, it goes out at dusk without your urging. As soon as he goes out, he makes a deep and desolate cry. When you are not in love, go home on time every day. But now, it saves lunch. Sometimes, I don't go home for dinner; Didn't come home for a day or two. Yesterday afternoon, I slipped back and walked slowly with a catwalk. I seem to have lost a lot of weight and am very hungry. But it doesn't look depressed, not only not depressed, but also vaguely filled with happiness. It ate a few mouthfuls of rice, fell into the nest, curled up and buried its head, and soon fell asleep. I pushed it, but it didn't say "meow"; "As before. I patted it on the head and it didn't respond; I gently pulled its beard and it moved. I am teasing its mantra again: "You just ignore it!" "You! You! You! " As he spoke, he patted his brain with his hand. Oh, happy fatigue and tired sleep are more beautiful than eat small fish!