We are waiting for you where gesang blossoms!
Time in the leaves of the reeds
When my wife was still alive, she especially liked to eat rice dumplings. Even if she has no teeth, she can feel the mellowness of glutinous rice and smell the fragrance of reed leaves. Therefore, every year when it was almost the Dragon Boat Festival, Grandma prepared reed leaves for her wife early in advance, watched her wrap zongzi, and ate zongzi together. Therefore, my grandmother also learned a good craft, and the rice dumplings in the bag were both beautiful and delicious.
The year my wife left, I was still young, just in the fourth grade, my grandmother hurried to my hometown to mourn, when I came back, I looked at her with a sad look on her face, but I didn't know how to comfort her, maybe I didn't understand at that time, I lay in front of her, listening to her say, my wife's bits and pieces... Since that year, the task of buying rice dumpling leaves for the Dragon Boat Festival has fallen on grandpa's shoulders, and in the nineties, rice dumpling leaves were all over the street, and Grandma would soak the rice dumplings early every time, buy glutinous rice, wash the red dates, and prepare them in advance every time. On the day of the rice dumplings, Grandpa and I were very busy, rolling up the washed rice dumpling leaves, putting red dates at the bottom, and then putting glutinous rice, and putting a few more red dates in the middle, Grandma said, This is called sweet honey, and finally tied with cotton rope. Grandpa also likes to eat zongzi, every time the first pot of zongzi, he eats the most, grandma always laughs at him, saying that he eats more. Grandpa was not angry, but smiled and said that I ate more, indicating that I would be sweet and sweet this year. At that time, I thought that eating rice dumplings was a major event in our family's year.
Time is rushing, into the twentieth century, people's living standards have improved, the number of people who wrap rice dumplings at home is less and less, and more people are willing to buy ready-made ones. However, Grandpa felt that it was not delicious, and he had to run for several days every time, running outside the city to buy rice dumpling leaves, so he had to buy a lot of them every time, in case he couldn't buy reed leaves next time. It's washing leaves again, it's soaking rice again... Grandma always wrapped the rice dumplings early and put them in the refrigerator, waiting for the children to come back and eat them. When everyone was still queuing up in the supermarket to buy zongzi, we had already eaten fresh zongzi, and the neighbors who were always hungry came to beg for two...
Grandma's rice dumplings sometimes wait for a year. Children have their own jobs, and grandchildren accompany their parents, school and work. Gradually, there are fewer and fewer people in the family, and the biggest hobby of the old couple every day is to turn over the calendar, look at the days, look at the seasons, and look forward to coming back...
I have been away from home for several years, every time I go home, it is a cold winter waxing moon, I remember the second year of work, heavy snow, the next day after returning home, my grandmother will give me the rice dumplings that God has mysteriously hidden, to ask me if I am good or not, whether I am busy at work, whether life is smooth or not... Every time the fragrance of the reed leaves makes me cry, it is a wait, a hope.
In recent years, the old couple has become older. Grandpa was on crutches and couldn't walk, and the reed leaves couldn't be bought, so many times he had to buy rice dumplings to eat. Grandma always sighed and said that society has become better, and life is different! Now Grandpa can't eat so many rice dumplings, bought it from the supermarket, with dentures, can't help but still eat, still smell. On the other end of the phone, it was our word after sentence of advice, eat less, indigestion, the old man is still smiling.
Now, there are many crafts in the family, and my grandmother has handed over to my mother, and I want to eat the taste of my hometown, and only my mother can make that feeling. For rice dumplings, my mother has long learned this craft. I know that my mother also hopes that one day, I can also learn the calmness of my wife, learn the persistence of my grandmother, learn my mother's affection, and learn the simplicity of life.
It was an inseparable attachment, a carefree understanding, a smile after tears, a simple self-loss, I understood my grandmother's nagging, and I understood my grandfather's smile. This is a bond, a distant wanderer quietly waiting, a taste bud impacting a faint nostalgia, but also a busy rush silently concerned.
I think that in many years, I will definitely do a lot of things. In that reed leaf, incorporate more tolerance, calmness and persistence; In time, gather more responsibility, maturity and responsibility.
Because I have your concerns...
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Edit: Delin
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