2014年02月20日

That year, the month, those things


Small when, as long as I can remember, I rarely eat a decent meal of white Steamed Rice. Summer eat yams, winter eat radish. Cooking porridge had to use it, these are sun dried, left to eat slowly. These became the staple food, the pot few meters. White Steamed Rice only in a dream to see, as we when enjoy, every time before my mother told me to cook radish cut into the size of a grain of rice, so our ignorance of these pick and choose.
To my benefit at the guests, guests walk my soup's, even to remember what relatives, we didn't touch what light. Because of our brothers and sisters, five, with his father, mother, a table full of. Unless a customer, we will have the opportunity on the table and eat, but few such opportunities. General to the guests before dinner, father will make our first brother and sister to play outside, the guests have finished before we go home, also can eat some of the guests to eat the leftovers. Most also only fish soup, broth or vegetable soup and the like. Now think about it, then why not give our guests leave some meat, fish! Sometimes even the white Steamed Rice cannot enjoy, had shovel some crispy rice, soak with soup to fill the belly.
Remember that month, as if we had never been full belly. See people eat what good things, two eyes like copper nails like staring at. Remember that month "yellow Clay oven rolls" is a luxury. Now dozens of yuan a moon cake is not when the "yellow Clay oven rolls". Eat in the mouth is soft, fragrant, sweet. I am not exaggerating, I once had seven or eight, don't feel belly stuffed, another two still can into the stomach. You say that when the belly is what material? Like a rubber. I also can endure, full, happy when another two bowls, three bowl is not a problem.
When I was young, I remember that summer is the best day of our. Because we Xinghua is a region of rivers and lakes, summer is my day. What are the river, fish, shrimp, mud eel, fish, turtle, turtle, more is, snail, also called snail, YY, also called mussels, these readily available, which would burn up all flavor. When we are not now child's fragile, parents busy with work, no time to us. Where shall we eat, will drill where to go.
I remember one year summer, a Ge family children with me, then just seven or eight years old, after dinner people out for the work, we touch the crooked river. He is a dive down, not up. Is said to be big askew took his hand, can't let him get away. When the people know that after he pulled up from the water, long dead. His parents came back a cry. In the evening a broken reed mat will he rolled up, hastily buried before dark. The second day early in the morning his father not trust, but also to the grave to see his son, was dead, he fell on the head of the grave happily cried, a little life was over. Mouth drooling with greed, in order to eat greedily, discard the young life is constant some thing, but at that time, we that forever also cannot eat to the full, the mouth is really too greedy, greedy to put aside all the dangerous.


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