Old days, steamed buns

It was already a blur in front of me, and the white light was dangling. After pondering for days, every stage of man takes a little time to meditate. Don't be humble, don't be arrogant, really realize yourself, how I want to become a better person.

Friends say that when everything starts from scratch, no matter how fast it is going, it is a process of accumulation. I'm proud that over the years, I've never given up on what I love to do. I love to write, and I have doubted my abilities many times, and even in the future. There was a smell these two days, very familiar, but I hadn't smelled it in years.

At that time, I was still a primary school student, walking on the side of the road, holding it in my hand and sending it to my mouth one by one. Fragrant, salty, crunchy, it's so delicious. But I couldn't write the name of this food, and I didn't write the word until I graduated from college, the bread of the bun.

Almost a good memory of my childhood comes from my grandmother's house, in the composition class of the third year of junior high school, the teacher asked everyone to think about the composition material, the whole class was silent, and the teacher called a few people without results. Finally called me, I said the fifth grade winter vacation, I went to my grandmother's house, grandma said, baby, boiling silver ear soup in the pot, bowl for you to drink. I nodded and sat quietly at the table and waited. The bowl of white mushroom soup, take a sip, warm, sweet, fragrant, I can never forget the taste. I choked up as I spoke, and the whole class was staring at me silently, listening in silence. I forgot what the title of the essay was, I just remember the teacher praising me. And when I talk about it, it's not that I want to show off how good I am, but that I have always believed in myself, that I have advantages that no one else has, that I am unique.

I can't remember how long I haven't eaten steamed buns, but it's been many years. It's just that the old house is no longer there, the little bamboo forest is gone, the old well is no longer there. I also rushed to my grandmother's house and told my grandmother that I was hungry and that my grandmother and grandfather were hungry. Grandma said, "Let's eat steamed buns." Put the steamed buns in a bowl, add some sugar, then pour hot water and soak them for three or four minutes. It's hot, salty and sweet, and it tastes so beautiful.

The beautiful thing is that no matter how long the time has passed, there is such a place to store in the depths of the heart. Those things will always accompany me, give me strength, let me start from scratch on the road, accumulate my wealth. （2019.12.16）