After the Mangchong is the Dragon Boat Festival, looking forward to the Dragon Boat Festival, but also looking forward to my birthday, the birthday is four days after the Dragon Boat Festival, and I can eat the rice dumplings of the Dragon Boat Festival every birthday.
When I was a child, I would always complain that my mother gave me birth after the Dragon Boat Festival, why didn't I come out on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, and it was only interesting to celebrate my birthday on the Dragon Boat Festival! My mother patted me on the back and said, "I don't know about you yet, I just want to eat it, right?" "Who says it's not, just love the Dragon Boat Market to visit and shop, buy and buy."
At that time, the Dragon Boat Festival was very simple: wrap the rice dumplings in advance, cut some meat on the street at the Dragon Boat Festival, buy a fish, and that's all. There are still a few days before the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother carries a basket to the reeds by the river to break the reed leaves before dawn, comes back to cut and wash and start cooking, the fresh green leaves turn dark green after a few hours of boiling, fished out and soaked in a wooden barrel, a fresh fragrance came to the nose. Mom dried the glutinous rice soaked in advance and began to wrap the rice dumplings. Our rice dumplings were tied with straw, and we chose those long, sturdy straw wrapped in rice dumplings left over from last year, and my mother was skilled in her technique, and after a while, my grandmother set up wood in the kitchen and began to cook the rice dumplings. Boiling zongzi is a technical job: the fire is too large, the rice dumpling leaves are easy to scatter, and the zongzi will also be cooked outside and raw inside; The fire was too small, the rice dumplings were not cooked, and the aroma was not great, and this task could only be left to experienced grandma while we played outside the house. Can't run too far, too far away grandma's voice calling us to eat rice dumplings will not be heard.
If the day of the Dragon Boat Festival was a weekend, grandpa would push a wheelbarrow to the street to catch up and sell things: the childhood market is evocative! There is an old street in the town paved with bluestone paved roads, lined with stalls and small shops. Every family could go there and set up a stall to sell their own produce or handicrafts, and my brother and I would look around at the plums, eggs, and beans that my grandfather picked from the stall seller. I love to see things that I have never seen, although strange and very novel, small toys, small snacks, fruits of different colors, plums are not wanted, my trees are full; If you want to buy, buy something delicious, there is a grandma who fried twist, her fried twist, fried fried fried fritters, oil cakes, glutinous rice chicken, under the soft grinding and hard foam, grandpa took out four pieces and five cents to buy a pound of small twist, and took home grandma to cook vermicelli twist egg soup that was very delicious. My brother and I were still a little careful, tying the purchased twist flowers and putting them in my grandfather's basket, the sun was rising high, and the market was almost over. Ask Grandpa if he can let us eat bowls of beef noodles too early on the street. It was a luxurious breakfast, watching my brother and I resist all the firm conviction to buy, grandpa was on the wooden bench of the noodle shop owner, and said to bring them two bowls of beef noodles, extra yards (we add meat and egg ham to the bowl called extra yard), full of beef noodles, grandpa said he still has beans that have not been sold, let's eat noodles, and he went to guard the remaining beans in the basket.
After we finished eating, shopping, grandpa also packed up the basket, took a square small hand towel to sell plum eggs in the purse, told us to go home, my brother and I pulled aside in front of the wheelbarrow, went home happily, grandma made breakfast, we said that we ate beef noodles on the street, grandma blamed grandpa for being too used to us, but the noodles were already in the stomach, and she didn't withdraw.
This year's Spring Festival, my mother took out the Dragon Boat zongzi frozen in the refrigerator and cooked it for me for breakfast, small and exquisite Hubei Qingshui zongzi, I ate five at a time, sticking to white sugar, peeling one after another directly can't stop, but the stomach really can't eat, my mother looked at the mouth of gluttony I said it's really full, in my thirties and still worried about this mouthful, in fact, it's not zongzi but family, this year's New Year is the first time after the epidemic that a family of four went home, parents looked at the grandson running all over the ground indescribably happy, The first time I went back to my mother's house at the New Year, I was also happy, and after returning to my mother's house for four or five days, I directly grew six pounds of meat, and I was happy and fat.
Dad said don't lose weight, you are too thin, eat more, when I went back to eleven, 85 pounds was distressed by him, said that I ate too little, let my mother make sausage ribs, osmanthus fish beef sweet potato flour, for fear that I will lose weight again.
Every festive season, I miss my parents in a distant country, and what I want to tell you is: I'm fine, don't worry about me. I can't go back to you for my birthday, and I want to say to you that I have worked hard.
Bi Ai Xiangpu is busy everywhere, who has children and daughters, Qing Duanyang.
