Hometown's grain - sweet potatoes
Sweet potatoes, feeding my youth. But I hated it and hated it.
Grandfather said: "Eat sweet potatoes, braid grows long, body grows great, tall and fat, so that you can marry a wife." "You say, can I not eat?
My father also told the story of the red color of sweet potatoes. The Red Army passed by the door, and the grandmother cooked a large pot of sweet potatoes and sent them to the roadside, and the Red Army nodded their heads one by one, and refused to eat a piece, saying that there were disciplinary rules.
Grandma stopped her and said, "You are also the children of the poor, do not be disgusted, eat enough to fight." ”
A small official said: "This is the wish of the common people, you eat, eat it, I will give an IOU to my aunt, and when liberated, I will repay it twice." Grandma squeezed the IOU in her hand, looked at the distant back of the Red Army, and said to herself: "Eat some sweet potatoes, I can still let you pay back." Grandma tore off the priceless IOU.
Later, I especially liked sweet potatoes. Grab sweet potatoes on rainy days, and dig sweet potatoes on sunny days. During the collective production, I still picked sweet potatoes in the team, cherished sweet potatoes, and did not let my father's achievements be lost.
My mother added some water to the iron pot, put some wild vegetables, and then put the washed sweet potatoes on it, and boiled them over high heat, both slowly steaming, and boiling nostalgia and family affection boiled in the pot.
Sweet potatoes are transparent and translucent, the skin of the potatoes is as thin as paper, the potato silk warp wheel can be seen with the naked eye, and eating in the mouth is like tasting fruit candy and loquat meat, smooth and moist, fragrant. Hey, I've lived in the city for many years, and I'm missing the "bright sweet potato."
I firmly believe that the sky under the firmament will never leave the sweet potato. Sweet potatoes, writing the tenacity of life.
