1, the light was half turned on in the middle of the night, and the door shouted "Sweet Sugar". In the Qing Dynasty, fried chestnuts were called "fragrant sugar", and there was a poem about "fragrant sugar", which vividly described the custom at that time: piled chestnuts were fried to a deep yellow color, and guests went to talk about wine for a long time.
Chestnut roast chicken or barbecue, with chestnuts, rock sugar and glutinous rice as sweets, is a favorite food. It is nutritious, contains starch and protein, and has been a green food with prosperous market. If you want to taste chestnuts, please come to my hometown.
2. I shouted at my grandmother, and she got up in a hurry, found that I had fallen, and immediately pulled me up. She patted me on the dust and pulled out all the thorns. But there are a few short cards that can't be pulled out of the meat.
Grandma criticized me with distress and irritation: "you child, I told you that this chestnut is not ripe and can't be eaten." Look at your thorns, just rest at home these days and don't go out again.
I'm sorry. I blame myself for not padding the stool. However, while grandma was shopping, I started picking chestnuts again.
Looking around, to the east of Wang Ping is the famous Hong Men Reservoir, and on the other three sides is the pillow mountain. The whole Wang Ping Village is like a baby sleeping in a cradle, letting the river wind ripple, falling asleep safely and comfortably, with a smile on his face! Yes, people in my hometown should be beaming. Such a good life, such a good policy, uncomfortable!
Our party continued to move forward and jumped on Wang Ping's wide concrete road. I silently wished the villagers in my hometown a long, rich, fulfilling and happy life!
4. Peel the picked chestnuts, add some sugar and start frying. At this time, the whole village was immersed in the smell of fried chestnuts. After frying, I eat it bite by bite, without eating it. Mom packed a few bags and said that she would bring some bags to those who went to work in other places to let them feel the warmth of their hometown.
In winter, it snows heavily, but chestnuts still stand in the snow. I'm really worried that it will freeze to death. However, next spring, when the spring breeze blows, it will spit out new green.
Ah, the chestnut trees in my hometown, it's time for you to fragrance again. I miss you so much.