An accident in my life opened my dusty memories. One day, my daughter and I strolled through the streets of Jindao Garden, "Ye Er Shu, fresh Ye Er Cang." The shouting made me stop. As soon as I saw that a plainly dressed rural woman was selling Ye Erzhu and lying neatly in the basket one by one, my heart was hot, "Daughter, eat Ye Erzhu." ”
"So ugly, what's so delicious?" The daughter who lives in the city shows a look of disdain for this humble thing. "Delicious, made of fresh wheat." The woman smiled sheepishly, and I ignored my daughter's complaints and squatted down to buy two. I gently peeled off the leaves, and a fresh fragrance came to my nose, and I took a bite, a long-lost smell. I coaxed my daughter to taste it, and she grabbed it, "Delicious, delicious." Looking at my daughter's eating appearance, my mind returned to my childhood.
I spent my childhood in the countryside. At that time, the family was poor, and the mother who might have worked was always able to find a way to make the five of us eat well, dress well, and go to school. Every time the wheat harvest season comes, my mother will take some dried wheat to the stone mill and grind it finely, and make various snacks for us to eat. I remember gray water dumplings, pulled wheat dumplings, chicken cocks, but my favorite food is leaf rice.
Whenever my mother wanted to make us leaves, she asked: Who is going to pick leaves? We scrambled to the back hill, picked the big, tender tung leaves and picked a large handful to take home, the mother had boiled the water, we helped the mother to knead the kneaded noodles into a ball, the mother wrapped the leaves, neatly put into the steamer, the next is to wait patiently, watching the white gas swirling on the steamer, the mother said: "Okay." "We gathered around the stove, and when my mother lifted the lid of the pot, the fragrance of the leaves came to my nose. We took the hot leaf, from the left hand to the right hand, and from the right hand to the left hand, and waited until we could eat it, and then we swallowed it eagerly. My mother always stood by smiling and said, "Slow down, slow down, don't burn." ”
My mother often surprised us. As soon as I walked to the door after school, my mother stood in the kitchen doorway and waved to me, "Juan'er, come quickly." "I quickly passed, and my mother used the fire tongs to dig in the stove pit, and she took out a black thing, "snapped" and threw it on the ground, and the black ash spread out, revealing the burnt yellow leaves inside, and the mother picked it up, blew the ash on it, and handed it to me: Take it and eat it, I will leave it for you. I held the leaf dumplings that my mother had cooked for me, peeled off the skin first, and ate them little by little, crispy and full of raw flavor; then ate the inside, which was smooth and chewy. I enjoyed my childhood under my mother's loving eyes.
Later, I learned that the leaf rice I ate was different from what people often say. Sichuan's leaf rice is very famous, it is made of glutinous rice flour, and the bread is stuffed. And the leaf rice I ate was made of wheat flour, but it was wrapped in tung leaves! And the wheat is not peeled, so it looks yellow!
Today, my mother has been away from me for more than thirty years. Today, looking at this little Ye Ercang, I actually think of my hard-working mother. My tears couldn't help but flow. The daughter asked, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" I smiled, "Nothing. "Child, when you grow up, I will take you to find my childhood, and the childhood ye'er! #泛文化写作营 #