Author: Chen Liping
Another kind of longing, in the taste buds that are still fresh in the memory. Dishes cooked with familiar ingredients to relieve nostalgia.
I just walked into this Huizhou restaurant and was attracted by the aroma of indoor liquor. It’s such a familiar taste! Well, it's like the Eight Immortals table in the main hall of my childhood home, where my father and his friends were sitting, drinking and eating food. Yes, this is the smell of the wine my father drank. It smells so good, I can’t get enough of it.
Memory begins to fade. Whether it is the growth of age or being fettered by trivial matters in life, it is unknown.
What depresses me the most is that the brain processor has to blur and archive some very important days. Maybe it's controlled by subjective consciousness. For example, the death anniversary of the mother, the death anniversary of the father, the death anniversary of all the loved ones who have passed away, etc. Every New Year's Eve, the smell of glutinous rice balls is a must-have in every household, as well as the enthusiastic chatter of relatives and neighbors in that old house. Wait, wait, these are clearly engraved in memory, why force them to forget?
The dishes ordered are all my favorites, fried celery sprouts with bacon, stir-fried water celery with fragrant dried meat, leeks snail meat. A familiar and long-lasting smell. As soon as I see it, I immediately have the urge to eat three bowls of rice. Well, you are busy and bustling, and there are many crossroads in your life. What choices have you made?
It is clearly there, right there, why are you unwilling to set foot on its land? ? ?
You know that he, she, they are gone, they, they, they are gone, but you still have to continue living.
His voice and smile, her frown, his warm sunshine: the deep wrinkles on her forehead, the thick calluses on his hands, the scarred earth that was dug up and exposed, the different kinds of creatures that breed on her body, One waxes and wanes, you come and I go, but they are still there.
Saute the water celery until fragrant. Added a little bit of bacon shreds. Cress is hollow and very fresh. It grows by the pond. That pond is the place where the whole village gathers to wash rice, wash vegetables and clothes, and discuss the big things of the East and the small things of the West. On the field ridge blown by the spring breeze, the little girl, the little daughter-in-law, the aunt, the aunt, carrying the bamboo basket and Shaokei to the pond, where have they gone?
water celery: I clearly saw the footprints on the ridge of the field, because I grew up by the pond not far from the vegetable field.
Vegetable Garden: My owner watered this small piece of land beside the pond that I watered decades ago. Yes, her youngest daughter always comes over and calls her: Mom, come and have dinner!
A beautiful child's voice, weak and slightly raised in pitch, was the occasional light when she was working hard.
Well, here it comes.
Go ahead and I'll be done right away (transliteration, I'll be done right away)!
"When a young boy leaves home and his eldest brother comes back,
his local pronunciation remains unchanged and his hair fades.
Children don't recognize each other when they see each other.
They smile and ask where the guests are from."
When I was in school, I shook my head and recited the verses. I only remembered the words but did not understand the meaning. Now, , and I understand.
is most remembered as Chaozhou
