Zhang Xiaolian ll see you in a dream of golden rice and silver rice
What season is this? It's like a red spring, it's like a hot summer, it's more like a fruitful autumn.
The tall toon tree in front of the door is fragrant in the wind, the elm money squeezed into a knot on the elm tree shakes its head and shows its brilliance, the mulberry tree is full of purple mulberries, the golden ginkgo on the apricot tree makes people salivate, the red persimmon on the persimmon tree and the big red dates on the jujube tree are more beautiful than the beautiful, the May peach is buzzing all over the branches, the pot board tree and its fruit behind the room, the probe probes the brain to remind not to forget its nobility.
The eldest (father's name) sat on the edge of the courtyard and grunted and smoked shisha, while the mother sat next to the big man and smiled and shook the fan. I jumped out of the hall and jumped on the wood stack under the May peach tree to pick peaches, because I couldn't reach the distance of a finger. Helplessly, I turned my head and shouted into the room: "Little brother, little brother come and help me pick peaches." "
"What do you shout at most of the night?" Dreaming again, are you? "I woke up after being shaken by my husband, and it turned out that I was really dreaming."
Oh, and I dreamed of my parents and hometown, who had been dead for many years.
It's another year, the season when my parents are looking forward to the return of their children, and I miss my father and mother emptyly in my heart without parents. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, the circle of friends was all about the topic of Lapa Porridge, looking at the sweet Lapa Porridge and the texts of literary friends, I remembered my parents' gold and silver rice.
When I was a teenager, the land had been contracted to the households, the people could eat enough, and the industrious and frugal families still had surplus grain, and after school at noon on the Lapa Festival at that time, when I rushed home and opened the pot, I looked at the pot of Porridge, a big pot of boiled corn grits used to make rice wine, and I looked at me with a fragrant fragrance. On the edge of the pot was a large bowl of porridge that my mother had given to my sister who was in high school, and I quickly took out the bowl and filled a bowl of porridge and ate it.
Mom silently feasted on corn grits to eat. Young and ignorant, I asked, "Big, Mom, why don't you eat Laba porridge?" What about corn grits? Isn't that what you use to make rice wine? My mother replied to me with a smile: "Your children eat porridge made of white rice like silver, corn grits are like gold, our family eats golden rice and silver rice, and the more you eat the more you eat, the more you eat it." ”
In the blink of an eye, every household in my hometown is steaming, this time we are on vacation, my brother and sister-in-law led my nephews and nieces home. Our family has a large population, steaming more than a hundred pairs of steamed buns every year, in the days of bitter scorching, wheat is also grinded bitterly, black noodles are more, steamed buns have a third of the buns are buns and black masks, buns and black buns are patented products of mom, brothers and sisters-in-law also help to eat some, we a few small ones do not like to eat, anyway, I absolutely do not eat.
Often after the end of the year, the white-noodle steamed bun is eaten, leaving the moldy black-noodle steamed bun and the bun grain noodle bun, the mother is reluctant to throw it away, steaming and eating it again.
Curiously, I asked da, "You said that you are an adult who eats Bungu noodle bun is eating gold lumps, and our children eat white noodle buns eat silver lumps, eat gold lumps and silver lumps on behalf of the hair, but what does black noodle buns represent?" ”
"Eat black noodles for a long time, you children don't have to exert yourself, you have to work hard, you have to be strong, so you have to eat."
The little me looked at my big letter and thought it was true.
When I grew up to be you, I realized how perfect your white lies were. Because we want to provide for our brothers and sisters to go to school, although the brothers and sisters-in-law help, but a large family spends a lot of money, half of the harvested fine grain is sold, leaving a small amount of fine grain for our brothers and sisters to eat, you eat coarse grain.
Mom, big, we're poor and rich!
It's New Year's Again, and I miss my mother so much! Spring silkworm to the end of the silk, in order to raise us, with hard work, pay a lifetime of energy. Nowadays, our brothers and sisters have their own happy lives, do you hear the sound of flowers blooming?
What about blooming flowers? What about fruitful results? Mom, dad, why are you in such a hurry? Don't give your children the opportunity to repay your nurturing grace? In the days after you left, the Communist Party that you loved and loyally, and the people of the whole country today who led the people of the whole country on the road to prosperity, I always think of you in every festival. This is like a mountain of father's love and mother's love, the mountain flowing water long parental kindness, how do you let us reciprocate?
If you have a spirit in heaven and see your children and grandchildren inheriting your fighting spirit, with a positive outlook on life, and working hard to make due contributions to the prosperity and strength of the motherland, you are pleased!
Mom, big, is heaven cold? Is there suffering there? Don't save anymore, no money to spend to dream Oh, must eat well, dress well!
Think of you, we'll see you in our dreams!
Zhang Xiaolian, female, Danfengren, Shaanxi, member of Shaanxi Essay Literature Society, member of Shangluo Writers Association.