Childhood Fun 13 dozen Umi

In the long river of my memory, there is still an interesting childhood story related to eating, like a huge pearl shining! It appears in my heart from time to time, leading me back to that extremely happy childhood. The interesting thing in childhood was beating UMI. It is really interesting, fun and delicious! I still remember when I was young, the planting of rice and wheat was not very popular at that time, and Yuan Longping hadn’t developed a new hybrid rice yet. Most people still grow corn, millet and sorghum. The so-called black rice is a kind of thing formed by sorghum or sweet sorghum without being pilled and being invaded by fungi, which becomes the outer White and inner black fungus bag without producing sorghum tassels. Although corn also gives birth to black rice, the black rice of corn is not delicious. Of course, there are few black rice on sweet sorghum, and there are still a lot of sorghum fields to beat black rice. After I was eight years old, every summer and autumn season, that is, the end of August, when Umi had grown enough, it was obvious that its black drum belly could be seen. My playmates in Tunli, Zhao erhu, Zhao Sanhu, Zhao Dezi, Li Lizi, Bi Hai and so on, sometimes some cousins went to the sorghum fields in Tunli to beat wumi. At that time, it was not casual to beat uumi, because adults were afraid that children would not beat uumi, but destroyed sorghum, so children were forbidden to beat uumi. But except our village, because the children in our village had beaten umiumi with adults before the age of eight, and they had already learned the experience and techniques of beating umiumi, and no one would break off sorghum steamed buns. The so-called experience technology of beating UMI is to identify accurately that UMI is chopping down. 1. Umiumi is crooked. Should you be optimistic about whether it is crooked? 2. UMI has a black drum belly, so be optimistic. 3. The shape of octagonal black rice is like a white cigarette in sorghum’s head. It feels very hard when pinching, but not as soft as sorghum steamed stuffed bun. 4. If you are not sure, don’t stretch out your hand. If you master these experience and techniques of beating umiomi, you will be guaranteed one by one, and the beating will be all umiomi. Because we had fought with our father or elder brother in the past, we children fought at the plenary session and had excellent skills. We got into a piece of green gauze tent and began to hit Umi with our eyes up. There is a saying that it is not easy to say. It is here to hit Umi and look up at the end. Because the sorghum field is dense and airtight, I will see sweat after hitting umiumi in the sorghum field for a while. And the tall sorghum seemed not to welcome us. Its tall and soft sorghum leaves drew marks on our faces, necks and arms without mercy, sometimes even cut a bleeding hole. But we are all concentrating on beating Umi, and no one will pay attention to this little pain. Besides, we are all young men in the Northeast. We have seen big winds and waves. It is common for adults and children to fight with each other. What is this pain? Drizzle! According to the lyrics of the sailor of the famous Taiwanese singer Zheng Zhihua later, it is: when being bullied, I always hear the sailor say: what does he say that this pain in the wind and rain is,? Wipe away tears, don’t be afraid, at least we still have dreams: what does he say that this pain in the wind and rain is?, Wipe away tears, don’t ask, why. We devoted ourselves to beating Umi, and at the same time we were watching other children. Compare with each other to see who plays more. The Masters who beat Umi should also have an eye on the six ways. You should not only look at the two ridges near you, but also look at other people’s ridges. When we played for a long time, we tied those UMI to the belt. In the end, when you hit too many, just tie the two together and put them on your shoulders. Because at that time, sorghum seeds were all good sorghum of the last year in our family, and there was no seed station selling seeds, so there were a lot of black rice in sorghum fields. Each of us came out with a large bundle of waist, there is a big hug on my shoulder. Although I felt a little tired when I came out, when everyone thought of having delicious umiumi for dinner at home, the children all smiled. Some children were lost, and a large group of our children would shout his name loudly on the ground. Soon he will show his head, and we will all smile. Interesting to see. There are several ways to eat black rice: 1 steamed black rice: tear the black rice apart, tear it into strips, put it in a small basin, and then put the sauce, soybean oil and scallion, steam it in a big pot when cooking other dishes. This is a perfect delicacy. When steamed black rice is ripe, the refreshing fragrance will flow out of the pot. When eating, black rice is as fragrant as lean meat, but it is pulled again, don’t mention how spicy it is! Delicious! I prefer steamed black rice most. 2 sauce Umi: tear the umi into strips and put them in a small basin. At this time, brush the pot clean first, put the soybean oil in it, boil it in a hurry, then put the scallion into the pot, then put the black rice torn into strips into the pan, pour the water, put the sauce into the pan properly, and after cooking, the black rice will be ready. -Delicious. 3 Eat Raw: but this way of eating is not good or fragrant, so generally no one will eat raw. Nowadays, in order to maximize the economic benefits, people basically have no people who grow sorghum. There is no more fun of playing Umi! What a pity, I also feel sorry. Nowadays, people’s food, vegetables, even livestock and poultry are all using chemical fertilizers, pesticides, various additives and fodder in order to pursue the greatest benefits. What you eat is not fragrant, and what you see is enough. There is no green food in the past any more! There is no more delicious world in the past! Has human diet improved? Back? What is the economic prosperity that makes people happy? Is sad? Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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Tears all the way

When I first set foot on the job, my father smiled. He said: I started to work again, and I was still in the place where my dad worked. Dad was very happy and proud of you! When my father said this, his face was filled with happy smiles. Looking at my father’s heartfelt smile, I left tears. But I knew it was tears of joy and tears, and I was also grateful to my father. For a long time, father has broken his heart for us; Father has been suffering from evil diseases for us; Father has never said bitter and tired for us. My father just tried his best to give our sisters the most comfortable life. Maybe it was too comfortable to live, which made our sisters’ thoughts lazy. We never asked my father: tired or not? Because in our impression and in our heart, father is an omnipotent person. No matter where we are or what we do, as long as we have a father, we will be confident. Father’s smile and father’s encouraging eyes make our sisters feel that they can do anything. Just so, we ignored that hard father. We only know that father is the most powerful father, and he will always be our patron saint. The real experience of my father’s hard work was neither his father’s illness or his leaving. But on the first day when I set foot on my job, my father gave me a lot of advice and instructions, and then sent me out of the house. When I looked back, I saw the glittering and translucent in my father’s eyes, but the corners of my mouth were clearly pleased with the smile. The doorstep gradually disappeared in my sight, and I knew my father must still be standing there. Because he was always worried about me, afraid that I would have something unhappy when I went to work on the first day. That’s how my father cared for our sisters a hundred times. He devoted his whole life to cultivating our sisters, but he grew old gradually. After getting on the bus, my previous mood gradually calmed down. After about two minutes of driving, I became a little impetuous, and something seemed to be blocked in my heart. Quickly put his head out of the car window, breathing the air outside. But the bicycle figure flashing outside the window made my tears burst out at once. In tears, I saw my father walking on the road to work with his shabby bicycle at home. His body must be leaning forward, because father had to walk a long way, and he had to go to work at a certain time. My father was always on time and disciplined, and never wanted others to speak of him. When I think like this, I hate myself for my ignorance. At that time, I always ran to my father after work and asked him what good things he had bought for me. If there was no one, I would hide aside and get angry again. At that time, my father always walked to me gently and stroked my head with a smile and said, “Dad will bring you good things tomorrow! After listening to my father’s words, I wiped my tears and still sobbed and looked at my father and said: don’t play tricks on my naughty behavior. My father smiled. The next day, my father really brought me a lot of things. I jumped up happily, but I didn’t see the sweat in front of my father’s forehead. I would like to go back to that era and say to my father: Dad, you have worked hard! But time will not go back, my father has gone far away. The window was still flashing green, the sunshine was still hiding in the clouds, and the sky was hazy wet, which was exactly like my heart at this time. I don’t know when it rained outside the window, and it rained all the way in my heart. I never thought that my father was so hard. Every day, he rode a bicycle back and forth, the road I am going to walk now. 70 or 80 miles away! However, my father wants to work like this every day, just for the better life and happier growth of our sisters. Father who comes out early and comes back late! Now I know why you go to work before dawn every day, and you don’t come back until the moon hangs on the treetop. At that time, we complained that you came back too late. I don’t know that you spend 1/3 of your time walking alone every day. What about your rest? What about your health? We don’t think about it at all. We just live in your warm embrace. I still remember that before leaving, my father said, “do a good job there. Don’t miss home! Yeah! How can you be willing to let me go back and forth every day for such a long way? But you? You are never willing to take the bus. You said: Not far away, riding a bicycle, exercising and exercising. Now that you think about it, your smile contains so many hardships. The bus all the way, the sobs all the way, and the guilt all the way. Father, my father, used to be so tired, but he never complained to us. How can this not make me sad? After getting off the bus, the sky was still crying. I rushed into the rain, imagining that my father dragged his tired body every day, walking so far, and bringing us unexpected small things. My heart will be so painful that I can’t help myself. Standing in the rain for a long time, I couldn’t tell whether it was tears or rain on my face. My heart is always in pain. The first thing to go to the residence is to call my father. When that old voice rang in my ear: New, arrived, it’s raining outside, pay attention to your body! Now my tears burst into the bank, I still remember clearly the choking of that day: Dad, you have been tired all your life, and you should enjoy your happiness! Dad has always been proud of you, Dad has always felt very happy! I knew my father’s hands must be trembling, and my father’s tears must be flowing. Because his father knew that his daughter had grown up now, he was sensible and knew the hardships of life, he was pleased. Now, I am still walking on the road my father once walked. Although there will be tears all the way, I have deeply felt that my father has built the warmest journey of life for me with love. Father’s Day is coming, I would like to send my deep yearning for my father in this article! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. 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A doomed mood

My heart came back to my silence quietly, and I was no longer unbridled and unbridled. Only in this way can I only be indifferent, beautiful and contend against life without words. Once upon a time, I hoped that the flowers would bloom and I hoped to have a good mood. I also hoped that in the flowing sea of flowers for many times, I would let my long-imprisoned heart come and release, even for only one time, I also thank God for his gift, for those who once passed by and cared about me and gave me warmth. I will be more loyal to everything I love, including all imperfections-at this time, summer flowers are full, the sun is like fire, but my heart is like the cold of winter, the cold of my heart! Sometimes, I was really appointed, just like buying tickets in high spirits to go to the cinema. The yard was crowded outside. When I went in, the yard was deserted. I didn’t need to take the tickets to find the position that belonged to my own regulations, you can find an empty seat as you wish and sit down, which is destined to be your own. Your own destiny is not arranged by nature. Maybe there will be a way to get to the door of the car, maybe the peaks will turn around, or there will be a bright and bright village, no matter destined or not, as long as you are not willing to go back to the prescribed mode, you will surely achieve the desired result in your heart. I smiled. Facing the midnight, I opened my memory, tore it apart bit by bit, looked carefully bit by bit. In the mottled memory, I am built a sunny platform so meticulously, so seriously and so desperately, pour all my smiles and tenderness. I once treasured it devoutly. After all, it was hard to come by. In the deepest part of my heart, in the Sky City of my heart, I would call and cherish it sincerely every day. However, sunshine can not illuminate every corner of the darkness, and the embrace is not always tender like water to make people fall asleep. Maybe this is the destiny of life. People are always looking for various reasons to immerse themselves in the busy sea of life, ignoring the thoughtful and tender feelings around them, becoming more and more ferocious and boring. In fact, at the moment we bow down, please don’t forget to enjoy the wild flowers quietly blooming at your feet with surprise. It is the closest and simplest scenery around you; At the moment we raise our heads, please take a look at the stars all over the sky. That is the most beautiful meeting, that is the charm given by years. If, there is a touch of tenderness; A ray of warmth; A warmth, let me choose a brand new world, please open the shackles for me, I will also be willingly degraded and fragmented because of being abandoned or trampled for a long time. Really, a long time ago, I learned to disguise, endure and strive for perfection. Therefore, no matter how beautiful, charming or passionate things and words are, I am also in front of colorful bubbles one by one —- everything, is Everything kind to me? Or guilt for me? Sometimes, I am stupid, thinking that silence is concession or harmony, but how terrible my mood is, I still listen to the songs I am most familiar with; Dance my favorite dance, ignorant people think that everything will be good and everything will be good, but the fact is often unsatisfactory, and it is a little sad that no one can see flowers. The night became more and more intense, and the memory was like a street lamp showing hazy halo one by one. Then I suddenly realized that my life was so sad and beautiful, at least, I closed my eyes, tears will quietly climb up the pillow and wet the dream. I know that life is just a simple journey. I don’t care about gain and loss, love and injury. How excited I used to open the beautiful and beautiful bow belonging to love, I had a colorful dream like colored glaze, but the world was unpredictable. The time of 1 minute 1 second, the vanity of my whole life, trembling and crying seriously in my hands-suddenly looking back, I could never go back to the past, I can’t find the feeling that I loved and made me laugh like flowers any more. Don’t you? Time and time again, piles of happiness and sadness are sealed in the diary of time. I don’t want to open it or read its sweetness and bitterness! Because, one taste is enough to make people feel torn! Sometimes, I was a little absent-minded, and also a little gloated. I couldn’t tell whether I was helpless to the waves and wind in the world of mortals, or to resist the disturbance in the world of misty rain. I just want to get satisfaction in the clouds and clouds, and gain in peace and freedom —— facing the dusk, thinking, thinking about the past, thinking about the future —– tired, tired, tired. Now that I am awake and have so many troubles, please let me lie down and make a clean Lotus. It is still fresh and fragrant as yesterday. I really want to see the stars all over the sky, make a beautiful dream for a lifetime, then, quietly, sleep, never wake up again — tonight, I don’t read Qu Yuan, don’t read San Mao, gently strolling in the silence of moonlight like water, wake me up from the helpless journey and hear wisteria looking for the handrail of the corridor in a hurry. Then, prepare, blossom and fragrance. At this moment, what does my soul see: the sea changes? Rise? Or busy fall? I heard that the music which was out of tune and hoarse poured down like crying, and I was doomed to be depressed and dull as well. I in thought. Is there a dream that makes people no longer wake up? Is there a way for people to go back? Is there a kind of love that can make people hesitate? In fact, let the people who understand know more, let the people who don’t understand more understand; Let the people who love love more, and let the people who don’t love no more hurt! The Wheel of Time shattered my passion and dream, and the days are still crawling in the desire! Love, pain, regret. Now, what can I do? As for, why, so? I don’t know. But I am sober, and no one will give me my future except myself. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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