Firewood

Stacked around the courtyard of the farm, it looks like a fence or fence. The more firewood is accumulated, the more it proves that it is a diligent family and a careful family. After all, it is the fire that ignites the life course and the necessity to cook raw rice into a mature meal. When rural people have firewood, they have raw materials for cooking. Smoke curl, ethereal such as yarn, around the village shilixiang, fairy induced heartbroken. Men carry ploughs after meals, while women wash clothes in the river. When I was young, I most appreciated the scene of burning firewood and cooking at home. At that time, mother usually went to the kitchen. She lit firewood and burnt fire. She was skillful in movement, elegant and beautiful. Although it was smoky, she had infinite fun in it! First, take some dry firewood from the firewood stack and put it beside the stove, then grab a handful of combustible materials such as wheat straw and hay and come to the stove (that is, the stove built with mud and stones), put the black iron pot on the stove mouth, add enough spring water to the pot with gourd ladle, cover the pot cover and start cooking on fire. Take out a match of worker-farmer brand, gently scratch on the side of the Matchbox, then ignite the wheat straw or hay, put it in the stove, and then put the dry firewood on the burning wheat straw or hay, in a very short time, the stove made a crackling sound. The flame was spitting out with thick smoke, licking the black bottom of the pot gently, just like mother stroking the child’s brain with her strong hands! The red flame burnt my mother, and also reflected me sitting aside. After a while, glittering sweat flew out of my face. There was not much firewood in the stove, so I continued to add it. If the firewood continued slowly, there would be only red fireplace left in the stove. Firewood was put in, but it didn’t ignite for most of the day, and a mass of thick smoke came out. At this time, the cheek was bulged up, he blew into the stove with his mouth laboriously. The thick smoke made his eyes shed sour tears, but he would not stop blowing. Until a muffle sound in the stove, firewood was suddenly ignited, the roaring flame is shocking, inspiring and touching people, and also gives me deep thinking and endless longing. Such a cooking speed is also very fast. After the intense work, it was time to finish the coarse tea and light rice in a very short time, so as to continue to drive out farm work in the field after dinner. Therefore, firewood lays the fundamental foundation for eating in the farm. Not only can it be supplied, but it is better to pick it up and put it for a period of time. Only after the wind and sun can it dry up and burn thoroughly, in this way, the dense smoke emitted when cooking on the fire will be reduced as much as possible. Reduced labor saving time, multiplier. If there were no dry firewood, cooking with wet branches would be crackling and noisy, with thick smoke rolling, dust and fireworks on the face, and black temples with spots and fingers! Besides, it was burning for a long time, and the cooking was very troublesome, so I was anxious to eat! I was very hardworking in those years (boasting). I often help my family to pick up some tiny branches and dried vines as firewood after school. I will go to the tree garden or under the vine, and the little wing will break the withered branches and rattan, and pile them together smoothly. The weight I picked up is enough to hold them up or carry them back, he tied the waist with a soft cane and tied it hard, so that it would not be scattered on the way home. After carrying it back home, I placed this bundle of firewood at the top of the firewood stack, expecting my parents to praise me when they came back from work. It was a pity that they were always in a hurry and didn’t care to praise me. When I was disappointed, I would lean against the firewood stack and pursed my mouth, and then disappeared. Looking back now, it’s funny! When the winter comes, the north wind whistling and snowflakes fluttering, it is a wonderful season for the farm to accumulate firewood. There is no busy farming in this season, and the branches have fallen. The skew branches need to be sorted out and cut down, while the dry branches need to be moved down. Therefore, winter is a good time for farmers to pick up firewood. Today’s firewood stack is higher, and tomorrow it may be half Zhang higher. In the yard and at the corner of the wall, Firewood stacks piled up like a corridor. Some are enough to cook on fire for a year. They know best: firewood is the confidence of farmers. With it, there will be necessary conditions for survival, and with it, there will be hope to ignite life! The more I am not confused, the more I recall my childhood memories of wandering away. I have missed the fun of cooking firewood for countless times and recalled the mellow fragrance of light tea and rice for countless times. Nowadays, there is no firewood stack in the countryside, and even coal stoves are almost rare. Liquefied gas and electric cooker are replaced. Cooking smoke can only linger in memory, and burning sweet potatoes and roasted corn in the kiln only lasts in Flash. In the past, cave dwellings, straw houses and tile houses have become history and memory, and the buildings have been fashionably standing between mountains and rivers. The new atmosphere of the new countryside shows the great achievements of the times. The beautiful environment and forest trees are waving to tourists. Although there are dead trees falling branches, they are also abandoned and gradually decayed, turning into the base fertilizer of spring. There is no firewood stack like a hill in front of or behind the house, only flowers and grass set off the green mountains and rivers! Spring elimination snow

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