Castor

That morning, our department did a physical examination for the staff of the public security bureau. When a middle-aged man with haggard face and vigorous steps walked into the door of the office quickly, from far away, I could smell the faint fragrance of Castor leaf on his body. It was known that he squatted in the Castor field when he caught criminals last night. This long-lost smell stimulated my brain nerve and brought me into the beautiful memories of my childhood….. It was an era of Material Shortage. Every family couldn’t open the pot, let alone eating cooking. It was normal to eat without oil. It was also normal to cook with clean water and clear soup without water. The industrious and plain mother carefully peeled off the brown castor seed as big as soybean, took out the white pearl seed and put it in a heated iron pan to make it discolored and melted, until the silk and clear oil flowers flow out, then slowly add onion, ginger and garlic to stir-fry, stir-fry the fragrance, add the old melon pieces to stir-fry, add some clean water to stew slowly, cook for more than ten minutes, put them into the plate, our sisters went down with a few chopsticks, and the old vegetables and vegetables were wiped out. That greed is still endless. The wheat tip is yellow. Look at the Old Lady. That is to say, in June every year when the wheat is about to grow ripe, the married daughters will fry some fried dough cakes and fried dough sticks, and then go back to their mother’s home to give them to their parents, to repay their kindness of nurturing. When it came to the yellow tip season of wheat when I was a child, I always opened my eyes and asked my mother: elder sister, second sister, when will I come?, my mother always touched my head and said casually: Come on, come on. The innocence of children is not missing elder sisters, but always thinking about the delicious food brought by sisters when they come back to their mother’s home. Until the day my mother told my sister to come, I took my brother’s hand and ran to the Riverside at the east entrance of the village like a happy bunny, the castor leaves picked off by the roadside on the top of my head are looking forward to it, hoping to eat the fried dough cake or fried dough stick covered by the Castor leaves in my sister’s bamboo basket at the first time. My sister gave us these delicious food affectionately, hoping that we could grow healthily and healthily. The fried dough cake and fried dough sticks were mixed with a faint fragrance of Castor leaves, which filled my taste buds, and unconsciously increased my appetite greatly. But now life is rich. Fried dough sticks and fried dough cakes have already been the most common breakfast for people, but we can’t find the long-lost smell when we were young any more. I really miss the kindness and warmth my mother gave me in my childhood, the happy time when my sisters were together, and the smell of castor seed cooking at that time…… When the autumn wind blows, Castor means long…… Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…