When the wheat was ripe, I went out and passed a small town in the south. Fortunately, I ate a delicious food that was printed in my mind since I was a child-grinding. Eating this long-lost food, the deep longing for it in those days can not help but reappear in my heart. It was my childhood, a hard time in the countryside, and the rural people lived a life without food. People tried their best to eat everything they could, even the old elm tree in front of the door was not spared. People peel off the bark and use it as food in their mouths. Nevertheless, it is still difficult to solve the problem of hunger. Mom couldn't bear to let us starve, so she made a wish early: run us over. We are all sincerely happy. Wait and hope! Finally, one day, my mother said that the wheat in the field can be eaten, so let's follow her to pull the wheat in the field. The wheat in the field is not yet fully mature, which is the best time to grind it. Under the guidance of my mother, I specially selected the wheat that can be used. The wheat used for grinding is particularly strict and tender, because the wheat pulp has not solidified; Not even when you are old, because the wheat is too dry when it is ripe. Be sure to choose those mature, not completely dried, green and full-bodied wheat with a certain hardness. Mother can't bear to part with Dora, because it will be our family's meal. When we came home with two bundles of wheat, we were too tired to straighten up. In fact, life is mild, but people are hungry and have no strength. In order to eat this delicious food, we have to insist on cooking with our mother.

First pinch off the ears of wheat one by one, then stew them in a pot and pinch them into grains. I couldn't help being hungry before all the processes were finished, so I stuffed a handful of wheat into my mouth. After my mother's repeated persuasion, I stopped eating. When all the ears of wheat were ground into grains, mother took them to her own stone mill (at that time, almost every family in the countryside had a stone mill). Lift the upper fan of the stone mill, put a rose copper coin on the navel, and then put the stone mill away. Pour the washed wheat grains on the millstone, insert an orange stalk on the millstone, and we push and pull together with our mother and turn around the millstone. Because there are copper coins between the two millstones and there is a certain gap between the millstones, it takes less effort to push them than to grind them. Even so, we tried our best. Wheat grains on the millstone kept falling, and small rolls of flour kept falling around the millstone, not too long, like a broken matchstick.

Our faces are sweaty, but we are in a good mood, because we will be full soon and it is good food. We are sweating more and more, and the small papers around the millstone are piled up at random. When all the wheat grains on the millstone are finished, we won't breathe.

Mother gently swept the small papers around the millstones with a broom, lifted the upper fan of the stone mill and carefully cleaned the two millstones. Only then did we go to the building with her. I was so anxious that I couldn't see clearly what auxiliary materials my mother had prepared (maybe some garlic juice or something, and there was nothing delicious in those days) that I wolfed it down. That feeling is really better than eating a French dinner!

Time flies, and this unforgettable childhood has become the past. With the improvement of people's living standards and the progress of science and technology, various traditional and foreign famous foods have also been put on the table of ordinary people's homes. People can enjoy delicious food in their spare time, but for me, the most unforgettable thing is to eat the mill made with my mother, which is probably unprecedented in today's world.

May all people no longer feel like me, and may all people grind, turn and taste the delicious food in this world with a quiet heart!