Firewood

Maybe when you get older and more old-fashioned, you will naturally have more nostalgia. When you talk about young people in time, you will be OUT; But sometimes, I can’t help entering the scene which has gone away gradually. In those vague moments, I will search for the memories and smells of time I once had. The present days are several times better than those several years ago, especially when we are not yet grown up and are under the wings of our parents. However, there are some plots left in our hearts and will not disappear, especially when touching some memories, it will gradually enlarge, and in my heart, I will roll out the lingering charm which is still fresh in my memory. For example, three meals a day make people have a lot of memories and aftertaste. Compared with the previous brown rice, the rice nowadays is much finer, not to mention the rich food and vegetables, but it is the cooked rice and the cooked food, it seems that it is still inferior to the previous ordinary food, which makes people eat with relish and leave fragrance on their cheeks and teeth. At that time, in the countryside, every family was made of earth stove and big iron pot; Although the Earth was made of earth, one family by one, it was cleaned up cleanly. Whether it was exquisite or not was more in the mind of the hostess; The rice made, it is far from what the current electric cooker cooks. Especially, when the rice is ripe, you can smell the fragrant burnt rice and drill straight into your nose. It is difficult to tell the lovely taste of this firewood and rice without living in the countryside and personal experience. Naturally, there will be less nostalgia in my heart, there is less smell branded in the bottom of my heart. With those life experiences, the rich fragrance of firewood and Rice will be spread to Manman’s beauty in the heart field. Firewood rice, as its name implies, is rice made by burning firewood. This firewood is not only the miscellaneous wood branches from the mountain during the winter break, but also all kinds of straws left in the field when crops are harvested. Especially these straws, when burned, there is a faint scent of grass, the smoke flew over the village with the kitchen smoke. The smoke columns rising from the roofs of every household were mixed up by the naughty wind, which was one of the smells that the village had soaked in many people’s hearts since childhood, no matter how far you go, you won’t forget it; However, if you go too far, you will gradually get away from those shadows and the smells from the soil. In my memory, there has always been such a scene: My mother was busy on the hearth, with pots and pans tinkling; My father sat in front of the hearth and stuffed firewood into the hearth one by one, with red flames, reflecting his father’s face, the wrinkles on his face were also flickering and jumping in the fire, either bright or dark. The dishes cooked in the pot were loud; My mother would tell my father from time to time that the firewood in the stove was either added or decreased; If it was steamed rice, when the slight noise of rice grains was heard, when the fragrance began to overflow the pot lid, my mother would let my father realize the fire in the stove slowly. The rice in the pot was steamed slowly. The Rice made in this way was loose and soft; there is no doubt that the pot is full of yellowish rice crust, crisp and fragrant, which is our favorite. Sometimes my father would make a small piece and have a taste. Unfortunately, his teeth were not good and he couldn’t chew, but he still enjoyed the aroma of rice crust, as if this was the day he held in his hands, the fragrance is not sweet. Occasionally, I would cook for my mother under the stove; Sometimes, my heart was too anxious and there was too much firewood in it, so I burnt a pot of good rice to scorch; mother would scold angrily, saying that the eldest brother was not young and he still couldn’t do anything, so she was busy thinking about some remedial measures; But the meal was burnt, and it tasted a strong smell of paste. Mother shook her head and smiled helplessly; What should I do? Only make do with it; Father didn’t seem to talk much. He ate the food full of paste with relish, just like this was some smell that would not be missing in normal time. Since I left home, I seldom ate firewood made on the stove, especially when my parents were away from home, which became an extravagant idea, A kind of unforgettable memory in the heart. I am afraid that when I am making these thoughts, many children from rural areas are forgetting the unique smells in these villages; These smells, in fact, are also related to villages, nowadays, some beautiful memories about human feelings have naturally become beautiful collections in the bottom of my heart.

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