Dumplings

With a little bit of dust, the lingering wisp of boredom came into the house, but he and his mother were busy and happy in the kitchen; He stood high on the board, touching all kinds of hands to pinch the mud, he shouted to me and reported his creation excitedly. I quickly washed my hands and answered. The water was flowing briskly between my fingers. Looking back, I saw the clean Hall and listened to the laughter from the kitchen. When I walked over, I saw that my son had already packed more than twenty. He asked me to count how many he had done. I said, how good do you remember? That’s too much; I can’t remember, too much! I still had a lot of time to broadcast the news, so I quickly grabbed a handful of caraway from the plastic bag, washed it and asked my wife to flavor it. I did the rest work. At this moment, if my mother knew the situation of our family’s cooking and hearing our laughter, she would stand behind us calmly or open the door quietly, sitting on the loose sofa in the living room, then I gently stroked my grandson’s forehead or cheek. What kind of mind-stirring behavior can make you smile happily? My wife knows the happiness of this family, but she can’t see that I have cleared away the dust outside. She just smiles at us for dinner, pushes dumplings in front of us, and whispers to her son from time to time, my son whispered to me again, as if the whispers among three close friends under the roof of rainy or hot sun. My son ate a dozen dumplings, picked up his clothes and patted his belly. Then he jumped into his bedroom and looked at the bulge of his belly in the mirror. I changed my previous supervision on his eating, but I was afraid that he would break his stomach and stomach, so I advised him to eat less and eat again when he had extra meals. I was already confused. When I was sitting in front of the panel when I was young and rolling my face, whether our family of four sat around together was the gathering of my mother back to her mother’s home every year. They were women, laughing and talking, pack the dumplings in your hand; The whole dumpling, standing in a pavilion and living in a hive, falls into the steaming pot in batches, from sinking to floating, in the push of the iron spoon, roll over the river and swim in the sea. If folk customs are foolish and wise, they will last for thousands of years. When I was young, I didn’t think dumplings were delicious. Instead, I thought it would be too much trouble from preparation to making and other things. Every time my mother’s passionate work was exchanged for my complaint, until the time was permeated, the reason was complicated, my mother passed away sadly, and I had to enjoy the happiness of heaven and earth, I gradually understood the charm of eating dumplings on festivals and festivals, and gradually realized that the taste of family affection and reunion was totally mixed in that pot of dough and gathered in a page of skin sticking, pinching and tolerance. While the dead has passed away, it is better to do more work for the living and give more energy. As a member of the family, if anyone wants to eat dumplings, we can squeeze out time. We might as well make a big fight in the game version, scoop water from the source of life, and pack the ground-like seed powder, add five flavors to reconcile, nourish with the mixture of plants and animals, light the fire of seven colors from the sun, and make the unique delicacies and auspicious life of the Chinese nationality. Nutritional essence, implicit and secret, has a long history. His wife fished out the dumplings from the steaming pot, but found that there was a broken one. She sighed and said, “Ah, this skin is too thin to be wrapped well; but the son who stared at the delicious food beside the case said with his bright eyes,” Mom, it’s dumplings. It’s so comfortable. It laughed. 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…