Childhood in the bright days of spring
When I was a child, life was so slow, as if wearing a yellow filter, and now looking back, it looks like a golden memory. There is no pressure of fast-paced life, no human feelings are unwilling to do the hypocrisy of having to put on a smiley face, there is no three buckets of rice for the sake of work, and it is hard work like a cow and a horse.
As a child, two words dominate all of life: learning and playing. Studying is a painful thing, although it is for the wishes of parents, but the exam is a hurdle. Learn the high score of the exam, the whole family is happy to cook to celebrate there is a reward; if you are greedy and do not study seriously, the test results are poor, you must ask parents to communicate with the school, the child's learning situation, the parents apologize, and when you go home, you will inevitably be punished or beaten to express your dissatisfaction.
Play is a happy and carefree golden memory, although it is also punished by parents for fighting with naughty children. Overall much happier and less painful memories. For example, write about funny things about childhood for everyone to laugh at.
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Memories of the Dragon Boat Dumplings
I remember when I was a child, every time I wrapped rice dumplings, it was a happy thing, soaking glutinous rice and red dates the night before, and secretly eating a few red dates because of my mouth. Together, the friends climb the tree to pick large pieces of rice dumpling leaves, take them down and wash the bubbles with clean water. Let the mother and grandmother fold the rice dumpling leaves into a conical shape, first put half of the glutinous rice at the bottom and then put two red dates in the center, and finally fill the glutinous rice with some water, use another rice dumpling leaf as a lid, the red thread is wrapped around a few times to tie the knot, and the rice dumplings are wrapped.
Boiling rice dumplings in the pot with firewood, the "water mist" slowly rises to spread out, revealing the faint fragrance of the rice dumpling leaves, and slowly the fragrance turns into a thick rice fragrance, and the rice dumplings are also almost ripe. Cease fire for another half an hour, open the pot and fish it out to get a pot filled with cold water to soak and cool down, waiting for the natural cooling to eat.
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There is not much memory of eating rice dumplings, because of the small age, the family does not let them eat more, afraid of eating more indigestion, causing disease. Learn to take a large bowl and carefully remove the red thread of the rice dumplings. Peel off the brown rice dumpling leaves in a circle, put them in a bowl, pour the sugar into it, the more the merrier or not sweet. I can recall the taste of eating: that is, the sweetness of eating a small red date and the particles of white sugar collide with the rustling sound of eating a bite, and the sound of precipitating in memory.
Now I think back on it is also full of happiness in my heart, I haven't eaten zongzi at home for many years, so I miss the taste of my hometown.
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