I miss the food in my hometown and my relatives in my hometown.
It snowed, and the city was instantly rushed forward with white snow by white trees, white railings, white streets, people coming and going under overpasses and endless vehicles. I stood by the window with a steaming cup of boiling water, letting my thoughts drift away like the wind.
In such a snowy day, my hometown should also be white. Snowflakes are flying, and the big locust tree in front of the door should also be covered with snowflakes. Rhubarb dog, the doorman next door, should be too lazy to leave the nest, just cocked his head and listened to what was going on outside. At home, by the warm fire, my mother is cooking minced meat noodles, or my grandmother is cooking fish with a colander, or Sanniang is finely chopping peppers to prepare Chili bean paste. It seems that in an instant, the food in my hometown has crossed time and distance, and it has been tempting me in the depths of the memory of drifting snow. Suddenly, a strong homesickness came to my mind.
Fish with leaking slurry is a traditional snack in my hometown, and it is also a favorite food of my hometown. The so-called slurry water is made from Chinese cabbage, celery and chicory by scalding with boiling water, adding a small amount of flour, adding warm water and fermenting with yeast. Fish leakage is to dissolve buckwheat flour, corn flour and soybean starch in water, pour them into a boiling pot to make them paste, drop beads with a colander, immerse them in cold water and soak them in cold water like small fish. Authentic slurry leaks fish, the slurry should be fragrant, the leaked fish should be slippery, and the leaked fish cooked by grandma is truly pure.
Grandma has been poor and thrifty all her life, and she can't get used to big fish and big meat. Her favorite dish and best cook is the fish that escapes from the net. In the sweltering summer in my memory, in the winter when I ate too much greasy food, a bowl of rice paste made by my grandmother was the most comfortable enjoyment. Every time I cook loach fish, my grandma will smell the loach with shallots and peppers, take it out and put it on the chopping board to cool, and then start preparing to leak the fish. Grandma poured corn flour into a boiling pot and cooked it into a paste. While cooking, she stirred it. The batter in the boiling pot should not be too sticky or too thin, otherwise the leaked fish will not be smooth. When the batter was ready, grandma began to drip fish. She wants to use a spoon to press the colander to drip slowly, and the colander should drip beads just right. The leaked fish is dripped into a cold water basin and turned into small fish, so it can be eaten with sizing soup. When eating, you can add salt according to your own taste, marinate leeks and spicy seeds. Grandma's boiled fish is the best without anything. She always eats her childhood until she can't walk.
The noodles with minced meat in my hometown, also called big noodles, are my hometown people's favorite home cooking. Minced meat noodles are divided into minced meat noodles and minced meat noodles. When cooking, cut celery, fungus, yellow flowers, dried bean curd, meat, meatballs and splint meat into large pieces, stir-fry until minced meat is not served with soup, and pour with thick paste. Then use wheat flour Lamian Noodles, the width is more than two centimeters. Cook the noodles, take them out and put them in a big bowl, pour in the seeds of Fructus Saori, and add seasonings such as oil, chili pepper, vinegar and salt to make the noodles of Fructus Saori. If you don't put meat in zongzi, you get vegetarian noodles. The noodles with minced meat in my hometown are characterized by wide noodles, large noodles, large bowls, thick noodles, close to the noodles and delicious taste, which fully embodies the rough and unrestrained character of the northwest people. The noodles made by my mother are more delicious because of the homemade ingredients.
My mother is hardworking and strong, never disagrees with others, and always tries to give us the best. The minced meat noodles satisfy her childhood imagination of food. In my memory, at dusk after school, I can always eat a bowl of fragrant noodles in the afternoon when I am tired of playing. When cooking minced meat noodles, my mother will soak the fungus and yellow flowers in advance, then put the meat stored at home for the New Year in a pot to cool and cut it into thin slices, and then cut the wild vegetables, potatoes, carrots, tofu, red peppers and shredded ginger picked up in the field, and then make the topping in the pot. After all kinds of ingredients were fried with fragrance and hot water, my mother began to make floating dishes, which, as the name suggests, are dishes floating on the surface of noodle soup. The kimchi in the noodles is also very particular. Basically, they are semi-finished products or easily cooked ingredients. Just pour the soup and scald it. For example, "fried egg skin, and chopped leeks or garlic seedlings." When the toppings were ready, my mother began to Lamian Noodles, cooked them, fished them out, put them in a big bowl, poured them with SAO Zi, and ate them. The noodles cooked by my mother are very delicious. Eating a bowl of lips and teeth leaves fragrance, which makes me unable to stop thinking about it when I am wandering in a foreign land.
Chili bean paste in my hometown is an indispensable side dish on people's table. Every late autumn and early winter, when the peppers are ripe, every household will fry a pot of Chili bean paste for dinner. Women in my hometown are best at frying Chili bean paste. Because of their different tastes and skills, fried Chili bean paste also has different styles. But in any case, a well-made pot of bean paste will accompany the hometown people through the long winter when vegetables are scarce and become an indispensable side dish on the winter table. The Chili bean paste made by San Niang is spicy and always fresh in people's memory.
Sanniang is virtuous and quiet, and her home is always the cleanest. Chili sauce is a rare delicacy. In the pepper harvest season, Sanniang always picks a handful of red peppers that she planted early, carefully picks them, washes them and basks in the sun. Then buy peanuts and prepare Chili and other ingredients to make Chili bean paste. She began to chop peppers. The peppers that Sanniang chopped were the finest, and the fried ones tasted better. It's really spicy, fragrant and delicious. It's always memorable to eat with cakes and steamed bread. When the university just started to leave home, Sanniang would fry a can of Chili bean paste and put it in my luggage. When they get to school, students always scramble to eat. I remember a classmate in the south praised it as the best Chili bean paste she had ever eaten. Now every time I see Chili sauce in the supermarket, I always buy it and try it, but it's never as delicious as Sanniang's Chili bean paste.
Outside the window, the snow has fallen all over the floor. I am in this bustling metropolis, counting the high-rise buildings all over the street, but all I care about is my hometown, where there are mountains, water, grass, trees, porridge and rice. I miss my relatives in my hometown and the food in my hometown in snowy days.
Miss my hometown
When I was a child, a person would not have homesickness.
If you haven't been far away from home, you won't be homesick.
Just like a rose pouring into a garden, when there are no buds on the branches, there will be no thorns to catch people and no fragrance.
Homesickness is the rose of Leng Yan. Only when the stamens are ripe and in full bloom will they emit a lasting fragrance. Even if they are scattered into mud and ground into ash, they will still be fragrant as before!
Until one day, I carried a simple bag, walked out of the old door of the old house, crossed the path covered with bamboo leaves, waded across the beautiful river in my hometown, looked back at the old yellow dog squatting in front of my house with nostalgia, and then turned around with tears.
Since then, I have been immersed in the wind and sand in a foreign land, and I have a faint homesickness since then.
The old houses that have been deserted for a long time have gradually weathered, and the paths that no one walks have gradually disappeared for a long time. The old yellow dog has long died in the wild or become a greedy person, but the clear river is still beautiful. Whether it is a weathered old house, a disappearing path, an old yellow dog disappearing in smoke or a clear river, it is the best carrier of my homesickness.
The longer the time, the stronger the homesickness. Just as roses grow in spring breeze and spring rain, the fragrance of Leng Yan is everywhere.
Struggling, struggling and full of bitter homesickness. Human feelings are warm and cold, and the helpless heart is infiltrated with lonely homesickness.
Hurt by the person you love, the wound gurgles with deep red homesickness. When you are going where you are going, the tears all over the sky are a little homesick.
The wind is blowing and my yellow homesickness is falling. Snow is flying, and my white homesickness is overwhelming.
In a drunken bar, with a glass of transparent red wine, I listened to saxophone blowing sad homesickness. Sitting alone by the narrow window of the apartment, looking up at the sky and the clouds that broke the moon, overlooking the flowers in the corner of the courtyard, leaving a watery homesickness crowded with sad windows.
I want to read, homesickness is the bright eyes of tea that add fragrance to my inkstone. I will wake up after a light sleep. My homesickness is the delicate hand of the beautiful woman who made my bed.
The homesickness of the poet Yu Guangzhong is a narrow stamp, which closely connects the blood relationship between the wanderer and his mother. It is a shallow strait, which blocks the continuous historical inheritance between Lang Ke and the motherland; It's a bright moon, which will always fill the ardent hearts of China people. That sincere homesickness is the radiant light of the sun, which has been growing for thousands of years!
And my homesickness is the boundless grass in Yuan Ye, lush and green, dry at the age of one, glorious with the spring breeze; Is a clear spring singing in Maolin, charming, rich and thin from Shan Yu in the four seasons; It is a little star at night, flashing, covering the sun and the moon every year. This quiet and beautiful homesickness can only be the elegant fragrance of roses, which is faintly distributed year after year.
Sunlight homesickness, dazzling, strong and intoxicated. Perhaps a strong flame will break the hearts of overseas travelers, but that homesickness is warm and beautiful!
Nostalgic rose patterns exude a faint fragrance, faint and hazy. Perhaps thorns will scratch the sad hearts of strangers in a foreign land, but such homesickness is also warm and beautiful!
Homesickness is a nourishing land. Even if you are far away from the hometown where you were born, you will still be attached to your hometown, and the heart tree will produce beautiful roses. Even if the thorns of roses hurt the leaves, let the blood flow out to water the buds of homesickness more stunning, make the fragrance of homesickness more lasting, how pure and beautiful the mood of wandering in a foreign land will be, and how long the feelings for mother and motherland will be!
It is beautiful to have a shallow and faint homesickness!
Miss the green water in my hometown
Looking back, some things have been forgotten, and some things have been blurred, but the pieces of rural green water and scenes related to green water in my memory often linger in my mind, which are extremely clear and lingering.
I clearly remember that when I was a child, the countryside was full of green water, rivers were green, ponds were green, and even paddy fields and canals were green. Standing on high, patches of green water are like gems embedded in the soil, crystal clear and shining in the sun. Geographical knowledge tells me that the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River are rich in water resources. Indeed, I never worried about drinking water when I was a child. All the water in the reservoir is drinkable. At that time, every family had a water tank. In the morning, go to the reservoir to pick a few buckets of water and fill them up to ensure a day's drinking. When you get home, you always have to scoop a ladle of water in the water tank to quench your thirst. The water is cold, sweet and convenient. I seldom drink boiled water unless there are visitors. It is more convenient in the wild. You can drink water from any pond or even ditch when you are thirsty, without worrying about unsanitary.
The green water everywhere also adds a bit of fun to childhood. Swimming often benefits from swimming pools everywhere. In the evening of summer, friends will come to the pond, play naked in the clear pond, and occasionally use the traditional "dog-planing" swimming method to compare with last time, regardless of winning or losing, just seeking happiness. When there is a big tree near the pond or a slightly higher ridge on one side, diving will also be demonstrated, although the diving posture is that both feet touch the water first, without any additional movements, one * * * and one * * *. Although for safety reasons, swimming will be restrained, reprimanded or even beaten by many parents, but they will still try their best to swim secretly, as if sorry for the pool of green water.
I don't know why, at that time, as long as there was water, there were fish. Even halfway up the mountain, in addition to natural rainfall, there are fish flowing down the hillside in the pond. On the clear water, groups of fish are fighting for the fallen grass insects. At this time, tie nylon thread with bamboo pole and bend it into a hook with a pin. Rice grains, vegetable leaves or grasshoppers are hung on the hook. When you see a fish swimming and throw a hook, you can catch a fish. This is called "throwing a fish". Fish can also be caught in rice fields. In spring and summer, especially after the rain, there is always water flowing from the paddy field to the pond, and the fish will go against the water and come to the paddy field near the pond. The water inlet is blocked, and the water outlet is blocked with a ladle. When the water in the paddy field is used up, it can be fished again, and sometimes a bucket can be fished. Most of the ponds and ridges in front of the house are made of stones, so you can catch fish in the cracks of the stones from time to time. Although you can't catch much, it is also a kind of enjoyment. There are green water and fish everywhere, which is a vivid picture. Green water gives life to the earth.
When I was a child, I had an indissoluble bond with Green Water. I deal with green water all day. Even in winter, green water is the best friend. In winter, the pond often freezes, and in some years, the ice is still thick, so I can skate, even if I often wrestle, even if I fall black and blue. When you can't skate, pick up the ice and eat it as a popsicle, not because you are thirsty. Find a feeling of eating popsicles.
Thirty years have passed, and occasionally when I return to the countryside, the water is still there, but the color has changed and it is no longer green. There is no crystal clear pond, and there is no pond where you can swim. Surface water can't be drunk, and drilling wells everywhere to catch fish has become a memory. The picture in my mind is becoming more and more blurred in reality. Every time I go back to my hometown, I always feel very lost, as if something is missing.
I don't know why the water quality in rural areas has been seriously polluted so quickly, but I know that the rapid pollution of water quality is closely related to the lifestyles and habits of all of us. Excessive use of chemical fertilizers and pesticides, irregular treatment of a large number of farmyard manure, and disorderly discharge of domestic water. It's all the cause of pollution. The quality of the environment is related to everyone, and we also need Qi Xin to work together to improve it. Let's look for the green water in memory together.