Fold

There is some mud on the rolled root system. Several peach-shaped leaves drooped on the dark green branches, some of which were Curly, half green and half red. Several synthetic bundles were discarded on the yellow sand stones on the edge of the lawn. Is Zhe ergen. It must have been taken back by people who went out for a spring outing, but they were not planted and abandoned here at last. There was a habitual impulse to plant it. Recently, when I read “travel with Bell”, I accidentally learned that Bell, who was not afraid of anything in most of the Chinese adventures, was the little plant that suffered the most and was the most difficult to swallow. Think about it, and smile unconsciously. Zhe ergen. But it is my favorite. Besides, it is also the favorite of reading. In my hometown, as the folded ear root of vegetables, the white and fat root is chosen. The large roots are wrapped together, and sold in the market for tens of thousands of pounds. When you buy it home, pick the most tender tip first, and gather it into a bowl with the buds like crimson buds, which can be specially adapted to a cold dish. The rest, regardless of the old and tender, will choose the length of the knuckles and combine them into a large basin, which can be boiled in soup, stewed meat and stewed ribs. Sometimes when picking buds, they smell the unique appetizing fragrance, and sometimes they can’t help tasting one first. While reading, you will directly grab a small handful in the selected small basin. At this time, my grandparents would stop reading and eating until they have washed it. It is not sanitary! The child agreed with a smile, but the little hand was still grasping in the small basin and ran away. It is not unusual to see the folded ear root in the market of our hometown, but it is difficult for us to find it in the field by ourselves. However, you can go to Rongchang countryside or go to my father’s hometown Longshi. Dujiaba in Rongchang, hour is our paradise. Every summer vacation is necessary, because there are parents, granduncle, aunt and second aunt who love us. The memory of gagong and gagama has been sparse. But the road to kagongjia is clear. After bumping the bus, we first walked on the gravel road of several hundred meters. Because of the rolling of the truck, the road was bumpy and uneven, with ups and downs. At the end of the stone seed Road, there was a muddy brown path. After crossing several graves and posts, you can go to the Garong house after walking through several curved fields. Every year, I hold a grudge against Tian Cheng, because the muddy sludge not stains my shoes, but gets stuck in my shoes, which makes me difficult to move. Later, the uncles of the big yard where the Duke was located found all kinds of stones to be pressed on the mud road, and the stone plates of different sizes and shapes appeared on Tian Cheng. At this time, we finally didn’t have to worry, and slipped into the paddy field carelessly. And I began to care about the grass and flowers on Tiancheng. After walking about seven or eight flagstones, the water outlet of paddy field will appear. That Dang has several green and red weeds every year. Later, my second aunt told me that this was the folding ear root, which could be eaten. So I folded the blade, and the fracture of the blade immediately emitted a mellow aroma. After washing it, I could really eat it. Therefore, every time I pass there, my hands will itch. After a lot of troubles, the cage of plants was gone. It made me regret for a long time. Later, my second aunt told me that there were actually more ear-folding roots on the high rock slope mountain behind. Therefore, I became happy. Following my second aunt, I ate a lot. There are green or pink tomatoes which will be harvested beside the dam at the high place behind the house, and white cucumbers climbing on the shelf in front of the house. When it was newly picked, there were countless small hair spines on the melon peel, which were stuck on the palm of my hand and itchy. It was the most suitable one to amuse children younger than me. But now, the second aunt is gone, even the eldest son of the second aunt is gone. The low earth wall house where my second aunt lived when she gave me fried rice candy was gone. However, during the Spring Festival every year, we will still walk through that field. Instead of turning into that big yard, we will go to the right and the Green tombs deep in the bamboo forest behind the house on the right. Among the vegetables in Chongqing, the folded ear root is more about eating its plants exposed on the ground, and the more tender it is, the better it will be. After selecting it, mix it with shredded lettuce and various condiments, and the taste will not be displayed. I often catch a cold after reading for hours. The doctor told me to eat more. Some doctors even prescribed Houttuynia mixture. Later, I learned that Houttuynia cordata is the scientific name of folded ears. Mixed with delicious folding ear root, it unexpectedly has such medical effect, which cannot be underestimated. It turns out that the things you love silently in life may have undiscovered value. When you suddenly know that kind of joy, what kind of subtle eyes should you use to examine it? There is a folding Ear Root in a small basin at home. In the Sun, in the breeze, it is graceful and silent. Tears asked flowers and flowers without words, red flying over the swing to eliminate the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Summer non-

I listened to Wen Lan’s summer wind on the roof, but even there was no wind on the roof. The weather was still hot and airtight, and several insects under the window were constantly blowing, it is time to write the book of songs for Liangliang. Is it about Bodhisattva or Xijiangyue? Will your face close to my chest, hear the heartbeat and see the starlight in summer. I would like to say that those who dress up in literature and art can find out the origin of a simple style. That is the real skill. They care about the external packaging all day long, wear this and that, use this and that, it is purely a joke of buying and returning pearls. The confidence in the heart and the literary grace in the heart are not too lazy to write the song “The wind of summer” which can be packaged. If it were me, it still needs time to prepare for the profound literary grace that should be written, but it is not impossible. Those insects in summer are singing happily now, just a prelude to sadness. When autumn comes, they can’t jump high any more. Alas, unfortunately, what insects sing is a kind of sadness, but it is not necessarily so sad. Time is circulating. At this time next year, there will be a new generation of insects singing softly. I wrote “no wind in summer”, no wind in summer, and insects have worries, history and it. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Miss

The smell of charcoal is a warm and familiar past that is worth recalling. Winter in the North lasts a long time, and the north wind is covered with snowflakes, which is a dry and cold weather. As far as I can remember, there is a fire every day at home in winter, which we call the fire basin. However, at the beginning, what was burned was not the special mechanism carbon which is now, that is, the carbon left by the firewood in the big pot at home. In the winter season, I am afraid of the cold. When I cook in the morning or at night, I like to sit in front of the big pot and watch the firewood full of the stove (the remaining planks and dead trees and sticks) burn very vigorously, warming my body, the fire in the kitchen reflected my flushed face. Sometimes the firewood that has not been burnt out is clipped out and poured with water. Put away the blackened firewood that has not been burnt out, and set the fire in the fire basin for heating. Now, it can be regarded as carbon. I don’t like running around in winter, and would like to sit at home by the brazier to keep warm. At that time, there was no TV, and there was only a cable radio trumpet at home. Sometimes the whole family sat around the Brazier chatting or eating melon seeds. Sometimes when the adults were not there, they put the pine pagoda brought by people in the ditch into the brazier, which made the house full of the smell of pine oil, take out the boiled pine pagoda, knock it with a stick, the pine nuts fall out, and the brothers and sisters eat equally; Sometimes they also sit directly on the shelf with the stew pot under it, the whole family gathered together to eat the hot northeast sauerkraut, which is now called hot pot. On the morning of holidays, when I get up from the bed, my mother or aunt will light the brazier. I am older and sometimes participate in the ignition. In my impression, the number of times is not so high. On the day of school, the first thing to go home after school is to throw off the schoolbag and warm yourself by the fire. After dinner, we were children. Sometimes we sat around a little far away from the brazier to do homework. After finishing the homework, we joined the fire team. Then there was selling machine-made carbon and began to use real carbon. Charcoal is easy to burn. The red flame and the Brazier use charcoal, which has a very special smell that I like. Occasionally, charcoal is not dry enough, and it will emit some smoke, choking. Because the Brazier is very dry, I usually put a small jar on the edge, put water in it, and put a few pieces of orange peel inside. The unique orange flavor floats in the air, so I often take deep breaths involuntarily. The winter of childhood cannot be separated from this interesting thing as a relief. My childhood was very good, and I was not always good. I would play with my neighbors and friends on fire. Go to Beida River to see adults smashing ice to catch fish and catching red-bellied frogs. We children sometimes do something for adults, and finally take the fish given by adults as reward. Frogs will cook fish by the ice River, roast frog, roast potato, roast corn. Sometimes, dig holes in the sand dune to heat, collect the remaining charcoal fire and put it in a small bottle, and use it to light firecrackers during the new year; These black carbon can also be written as chalk, my hands were dark, and my face was also dark. At that time, nobody cared about the face, but only the fun of playing. When the family called for dinner, they spent another morning or afternoon. The winter season is so depressed and desolate. The scattered leaves on the ground are covered with frost and snow, and there are several pieces of dead leaves hanging on the tip of the big tree that I don’t know when they will fall. Adults will curl up their hands and feet when working or smoking, without such a big movement. Only the children gasped for breath, and their red little faces could not stand the cold and became dry, turning into small faces of hemp potatoes one by one. Winter is very cold, and the winter more than a decade ago was also very cold. At that time, my mother still went to the riverside of Peking University to wash clothes and led a bucket of clothes to the Riverside. In early winter, the river still flows, very cold, but not frozen. The ice in the pond had already had a horrible scene that we threw stones and cracked. Mom came back after washing our clothes. Her hands were red with cold. Holding her hands, she was so cold that she hurried to the brazier to warm herself. Charcoal slowly cut down our lives. The volatile temperature made us comfortable and warmed mother’s hands. The smell of charcoal is always so warm, so human feelings. I remember that one winter, the towering tree in my backyard was pulled up in succession, and the sorted firewood was piled up in the corner of the backyard. At that time, I thought happily, well, I don’t need to buy firewood for three years. Many of them started to decay because of the wind and rain in the sunlight. Dad said he would throw them all after this winter. One day, I sat in front of the cooker, looking at the burning fire in the cooker Hall, thinking of the charcoal many years ago. Suddenly I was thinking, why not turn those old tree firewood that began to decay into charcoal fire? At that time, I was very excited about my idea. After I told this idea to my brothers, they all agreed with it. Therefore, a pot stove was built with bricks in the vegetable field behind the house, and the experiment was started. The burnt red firewood was put out and put on the ground to cool, but it was still burning, when it goes out, there is only a poor small piece of thumb size left. After thinking for a moment, a bucket of water came from the well. After clamping out the firewood, it was quickly put into the bucket. With a sound, a thick smoke came out. After dozens of seconds, it was taken out. Ha, it’s done! Every time we light up, our brothers make our carbon happily, Smell the smell of carbon made by yourself. Once I thought it was too slow, so I directly poured the water pipe against the burning fire. The harsh squeak and the heavy smoke gushed out scared my mother to stop doing it, let’s go to the market to buy it. We brothers are in high spirits, and we don’t care. I also enjoy it… the cold winter is natural, and this kind of weather also makes us create the future. Later, life has gradually changed. The big pot stove in my hometown is rarely used, but sometimes it will be burnt when relatives and friends get together. Especially in winter, we basically burn big pots every day for the sake of a pot of fire, familiar smell, a pot of charcoal flame and the warmth of the day. Not afraid of cold, there is charcoal fire. Now the new year is the most bustling time. The stove began to burn in the early afternoon of the 30th year. The thick wood and the sheet skin left by the big materials were burning in the stove with red flame, the atmosphere of the new year begins here. I don’t remember which year it was. It should be in the early 1990 s, when the treasure of warmth appeared. Since then, various stories of the Brazier have become history. Instead, there is another scenery: everyone holds a warm treasure with colorful flowers. You shrink on the sofa and he lies in the chair, there is also something that is not quiet in front of you for a moment. Although there are more and more ways of heating now, I am still optimistic about the warmth brought by the gradual decrease of charcoal fire. Now Winter is coming again, and the gradually moving dream is like this early winter morning, the yellow leaves, the falling leaves, the blowing wind, the cotton-padded clothes, will appear at that moment. On holidays, in the open space on the roadside of the residential area where I live, I can occasionally see young people barbecue with charcoal fire. Every time I see that warm airflow and carbon flame, it reminds me of the long time, the smell of charcoal that accompanied me to grow up. Now I live in Guangzhou, where the cold weather in winter is different from that in the north. It is a kind of biting wet and cold. After many years, the smell of charcoal fire came back to my life. What I admire most is the charcoal oysters here. In the Charcoal braised oysters in the seafood street of Paradise Road next to Huangsha seafood market, those fresh oysters are ready to eat now. They are very delicious. I can eat two Jin at a time. Sitting in the oyster bar in the restaurant and eating Guangdong oysters, I remembered the scene when my whole family gathered around the brazier to eat sauerkraut and white meat with sea breezes for fresh food. Sometimes the weather is fine. I went to the yellow sand seafood market to buy oysters, some squid and vegetables. Just like my mother prepared some snacks for us when I was a child, the whole family made carbon fire on the platform and also made carbon-cooked oysters by themselves, put the chopped ginger, garlic and white onion into the oil pot to make it fragrant, pour some raw soy sauce, and spread the seasoning on the oyster. It tastes very beautiful. Drink some red wine and say something in my heart. Every time, I will think of the situation when I was a child, and put the smell of carbon in my memory, share it bit by bit to my family 2015-11-27 like it (prose editor: Ink drops become wounds) the snow disappears in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…