Yan Long

In the long river of my memory of more than thirty years, there is always a barrier that cannot be surmounted. This hole is like a scar, which makes me lick repeatedly in countless dead nights. Unlike the scratch on my hand, this scar has gradually healed and faded with the passage of time. On the contrary, just like the meat in a wolf’s mouth, when I groped at midnight, I could often smell fresh smell. But only I know this scar, which has been in my heart for two or ten years. No one is responsible for this scar, and even no one needs to notice it. That was the first time I walked out of the Endless Mountains in the village. When I was ten years old, my father rode a bicycle and took me to the county 30 miles away to catch the big gathering of Fei County. That was a happy day. I was in high spirits and dazzled. For the first time, I saw the steaming grits (sa) with the smell of shredded chicken on the morning stand downstairs in Zhongyi. At that time, I was not fat, my eyes were round and my figure was thin. I always ranked first in my class. I think I deserve to eat the best food in the world, of course, including the grits in front of us, which were steaming and floating with oil flowers. I immediately fell in love with this scalding black porridge, which could be said to be crazy to drink a bowl. For a ten-year-old child, I was crazy when I liked a piece of food. Watching others lying on the table, one spoonful and one spoonful of food being sent to my mouth, my heart was so excited and excited. Looking back on these years, I have tasted too many delicious food in the way of drinking and eating, but this kind of pure desire for a certain food is rare. Now I think how hard it is to inspire such a strong and pure emotion. Finally, a large bowl of millet porridge was served in front of me, and several rice grains were deposited at the bottom of the yellowish bowl. I stirred it with a spoon, which was dull, and the corner of my eyes was gouged deep into that big pot all the time. It was many years later that I entered the city for the second time. I was admitted to the county high school with the first place in the whole town. Now, I have already understood the hardships and hardships of life, and I no longer resent my father for not buying me a bowl of grits worth one yuan. But in the following two decades, although I lived in the city, I never forgot that bowl of grits with several shredded chicken and attractive aroma. After taking part in the work, I drank the grits for one month continuously, hoping to make up for my childhood shortcomings. At that time, I was still living in a small single dormitory. When I used a spoon to stir up the grits soup with beef and celery and put them into my stomach bit by bit, strong happiness still impacts my heart one after another. But soon, I knew that this was not what I really wanted. I never dared to forget that bowl of grits and the delicious food I had ever seen. I am afraid that I can’t do anything about reality. I am afraid that I will succumb to fate and be arbitrarily manipulated by life. I am afraid that I will eventually become a person willing to accept millet porridge, I have completely forgotten the people who still have grits in the world. I am afraid that deep in my heart, I can no longer raise such passionate and pure emotions, and I can no longer pour enthusiasm into one point. I am afraid of forgetting my tears and tears. I am afraid that I will eventually become a calm and rational middle-aged man. I didn’t know that there were too many grits in my life until I became an adult. No matter how eager you are, how hard you try, and how much you plead for curse, grits will always float out of your life quietly and unstoppable. In the adult world, you may not even have a bowl of porridge in the end, and no one will ask you to accept it. They just look at you coldly, say something like a curse, tell you the unchangeable ending and the ubiquitous and indestructible practical space. The Grits roll, the fragrance is like a goddess’s skirt, fluttering and disappearing in the distance, but it will eventually cool down, no longer smell. They say that you get right from mistakes and positive from negative, just like getting mature from naivety. They said that you should get used to making an iron pan to cook any kind of food. Lose fantasy, innocence, learn to accept the beauty of millet porridge, and regard it as a proper part of life and a correct part. They said that there was not much difference between grits and millet porridge. However, I still want to say for the kid who has eyes of love in his hand but never leaves the grits pan: No, I want to drink grits. After the crazy one month after graduation, I never dared to drink grits again. 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