"Dumplings of the first year of junior high school, noodles of the second year of junior high school"
Close your eyes
The scene of my mother beating noodles is still faintly visible
Although it has been many years
I still can't forget it, nostalgic from time to time
On the stove
Large steel pan
Yellow flowers, fungus, carrage, tumbling up and down
Sichuan peppercorns, large ingredients, cinnamon cubes are all available
When extravagant
Put a pigeon meat cut into small pieces
The most soulful
It is a thin, even, slightly fat slice of meat
Soy sauce blends with attractive colors
Freshly beaten eggs are placed on the table
Brilliant
It is the most difficult process to grasp
That is
Mom carries a starch bowl
For boiling and tempting taste
And that's not all
Sprinkle with golden egg flowers for added color
Afraid that the wolf will have more meat and less meat, then add a handful of salt to the pot
This is the moment
The room is filled with a fragrant smell
Mom's beating of the brine
After many years, I still salivate when I think about it
The capital pays attention to a girl's second year of junior high school and returns to her mother's house
By this day
Every household, large and small, gathers the most complete
This day is even more special for me
Because the second day of the new year is my mother's birthday
It was the most memorable thing in my life
Mom's birthday
Taste the mother who works tirelessly
For the whole family, young and old, three generations of grandchildren
First, roll out the noodles into large circles
Pull on several knives with the tip of the knife
Sprinkle with thin noodles and roll in a piece
Mom exerted all her strength
The face is longer and longer
An arc was shaken in Mom's hand
At this point, the thick noodles turn into silver threads
Look at mom again
Use a knife to cut off the pimples at both ends
Shake a few times, just the dough
It became a noodle made by my mother
I remember when my mother always joked with her children
You can't learn
My craft is very exquisite, and I never pass it on
Look at mom again at this moment
The slightly chubby body was smiling and sweating
It's not that children aren't filial enough
It was a phrase that my mother hung on her lips
On the second day of the new year, I will give you a face while I can still move
A lifetime of aftertaste, a mother's taste
My mother has been gone for many, many years
I really want to go back to the old days
The age of a group of children in the family
The festive days sit together
Eat the reunion dinner made by your mother
Think quietly
Thoughts blurred my eyes again
I know
A person's life will never go back to the past
But I remembered my mother's birthday
I remembered the dumplings of the first year of junior high and the noodles of the second year of junior high school
Remember the amiable and kind mother
Remember to go out of your way
Looking at the mother's smiling face when her children are reunited
It was the most sincere smile in the world
Looking forward to the New Year, afraid of the New Year
I will never taste the noodles made by my mother again in my life
Written by Liu Guyli
#Original Poetry# #最想安利的家乡美食 #
