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They all say that "the infinite scenery is at the peak of danger", but I often "sigh on the ocean" for some ordinary things. Take the change meal, it is normal, can't be normal again, nothing more than eating a good meal, this is just like my ordinary person, falling into the heap of people can not find the same. However, in today's magical era, many things are as inexcusable as accidental, and even ��changing the meal�� seems to have been given a new meaning. Twenty years ago, when I was on college, the day of the winter vacation. The mother said: "Take the meal! Steamed the head! I listened, no snoring, slightly frowned. The steamed head is also considered a change of food? The taste buds on my tongue overflowed a bit of resentment, the esophagus and stomach There was a burst of painful burning---this is the heavy memory that the head of the head left for them. From the time I remembered, the head was accompanied by my growth, the breakfast was a head, the dinner was a head, and the middle school was eating at school. It��s still the head. However, the heads in my memory are not all cornmeal. When I was young Cigarettes Online, I ate high-gluten noodles and sweet potato noodles, black lacquered and hard-boiled. Impressively, the cornmeal is only home. The guests can only eat it during the holiday season Carton Of Cigarettes. Later, when the conditions are good, they can still eat black hoe and foreskin papers. That is a follow-up. But I can��t forget the scene of the mother��s cornmeal after school. Just like looking forward to the taste of the mountains and seas. After I went to middle school, my living conditions have improved. I am eating and drinking at school. I eat most of the cornmeal, and occasionally I can eat rye noodles once. I need to eat at school. The food stamps are exchanged for meal tickets. Because there are no relatives and friends who have no food at home, they can only pull food from their homes and sell them to the grain station, and change them into food strips (a document equivalent to food stamps), and then exchange them for 70. % of coarse grains and 30% of fine grain meal tickets, sometimes coarse grains are not enough to eat, then use fine grain meal tickets to convert qualified students into coarse grain meals, of course, one to two exchange. At that time, the amount of meals seems to be very large, I eat a lot of food every month, always thinking about reducing the burden on my family. Three years of high school career, corn face, paste cake and white water, cabbage and corn porridge and pickles nourish my body that is developing and seeking knowledge. Think about it. It��s really close to Wotou. It��s the head of the nest. It��s my five-footed body. It��s the head that casts my wisdom and soul. It��s this head, and I sent it to the higher education school, becoming the envy of neighbors at the time. "The pride of the sky." However, I don't miss the head. I always look forward to the day when I will never eat it. My mother took out the basin, took out the yellow corn noodles, added some white noodles and seasonings, added water, and put it on purpose. Some wild vegetables from the ground, I heard the fine sound of the rustling from the cornmeal around the mother's knuckles, very rhythmic, like a natural sound of nature, passed to my eardrum, maybe it has not been heard for a long time. The reason for this familiar and unfamiliar voice. The yellow, scattered dough, rotating and fluttering in the mother's hand, instantly turned into a pagoda, spun out the tip, and spun out the egg size. The nest, like a piece of art, looks like a simple, heavy voice. This movement is no stranger to my memory. However, it sounds different now than it used to be... I don��t think so. The difference between them is that the rhythm of the music makes me very useful. I watched the "pagoda" from the mother's hand, and made a bend on the sorghum stalk. The queue, unlike the regular army, is similar to the Tu eight road in the story told by my mother. They are wearing bloated cotton-padded trousers with white towels on their heads. They always bend like a swinging snake when they are in the queue. . I am imagining these woes, will it feel like "Pearl Jade White Jade Soup" when Zhu Yuanzhang fled in the same year, I try to suppress my inner feelings against the head. The mother said while steaming, some days ago, I heard that a well-known professor had to eat twice a week, saying that the nutrients contained in cornmeal could not be replaced by other foods and vegetables. I know that this professor is eating from the perspective of nutrition. But I don't know when my mother started to pay attention to food nutrition. At this time, I couldn't help but think of the scene when I came home to visit my uncle. I didn't have a wide yard, I couldn't see the small adobe house, and I slid five big brick houses. White wall, flat concrete floor, the house made a Simmons bed instead of the traditional brick mason, a silver-white tube on the honeycomb stove bent over two corners to the window, tall glass The window invites the outside sunlight to the house, which is bright and tidy. On the table against the wall, a few yellow canes came into my eyes, but they were like carved stone, and the edges and corners were distinct, which showed the personality of "people are eating for the sky." With amazement, I looked back at my uncle's black face. "When you eat gimmicks all day, you are tired, or you are flustered. Your nephew specially added bean noodles, white noodles, and white sugar, and changed the diet to change the meal." Uncle said with a smile for a while, the uncle said: "Now living conditions Well, every household's food can't be eaten enough, enough to eat for three years. They are all scared, lest they will return to the past Cheap Cigarettes, but they are not used to eating wheat noodles, so they mix the coarse grains. Putting the head into the pot that was steaming the steam, and putting the lid on it, he went to work again. I stared at the burning flame under the pot, as if I heard the wolf head pick up a low song in the pot... |
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