Appreciation of Yan Yan's Prose "Mother is Always Warm"

I grew up in a poor environment, but I am very lucky and happy because of my mother's love.

As long as I can remember, my mother got up to grind soybeans while I was still sleeping, and our family made a living by selling tofu. These two ancient round stone mills are carved with twill, with a hole the size of a fist in the middle, fixed on three wooden stakes, and their legs crossed. There is a cauldron in the middle of the three wooden stakes for receiving bean foam. There is also a small hole on the edge of the stone mill above, which is specially used to press the grinding rod. A large pot of soybeans soaked overnight, peeled and broken into petals, was placed on a stone mill. Mother scooped beans with a spoon and pushed them. Bean foam will be heavy when it is thick. Add more water. If the bean foam is thin, add more beans. We haven't recorded how many times a mother has to grind three pots of tofu brain, but we can feel it from the jokes of big brother, which makes me dizzy. My eldest brother and second brother are older and know that they love their mother dearly. They got up early to share their physical strength for their mother, and the two brothers took turns pushing each other fifty times, so there was a joke that "the sky turns and I turn." Pushing a big pot of soaked beans, grandpa has cooked a big pot of water. Mother scooped out the bean foam bit by bit, splashed it with boiling water, then put the bean foam spilled in the bucket into a breathable cloth bag to rub the bean dregs, and then boiled some brine, which became a tofu block. At this time, my mother always scoops out a pot of tofu, which is now called old tofu, and puts some onions, ginger, salt and sesame oil for us to eat with dry food, so that we can go to school after eating.

Up to now, every time I see a place selling old tofu, I have to drink a bowl. Although it is not entirely the taste of childhood, the hot bowl of old tofu can make me feel the warmth of my mother. I think how pale my childhood would be without the old tofu at that time!

Childhood with a hot kang

This family with poor childhood has a big yard and five low stone houses. Stones are irregular, which my grandfather pulled back from the mountains all his life. In the room, each room is surrounded by a big adobe kang. Because there is no money to buy coal, grandpa and brother have no coal fire. In winter nights, I burn a kang to warm myself and sleep with my parents. It's just that there is a big coal fire in our house. When cooking, the heat of the coal fire drills into the hole left by the kang, which will be hot all day.

When I came home from school in winter, I took off my cotton shoes and went to the kang to prepare my homework. My mother first took out a piece of burnt yam from the coal fire room and handed it to me to eat. The smell of sweet potato is stronger than the baked sweet potato bought on the street now. The coal fire chamber is a hole in the middle of one side of the coal fire when it is burning. Separated from the fire by a layer. When you put the cooked yam and dry food in it, it will always be hot and urgent. After school, my two brothers can't wait to eat there. I lie prone in the hottest place on the kang to do my homework, and I can't get off the kang after finishing my homework. My mother will bring me dinner on the kang. As soon as it gets dark, my mother spreads the bedding on the kang, which makes me warm when I sleep. My mother carefully opened the quilt when I was about to undress, and I got in to show my head. My mother will hide the sides of my neck without revealing a gap. I will sleep like a pig all night. The clothes I take off will be pressed by my mother in the innermost part of the kang. There is a saying in our hometown that it is not cold to wear in the morning, because the hot air of coal fire always goes in when cooking, so the feet are the hottest. My cotton shoes will also be warmed by my mother when she gets on the kang in the coal stove.

Now my parents are old and well-off. Although the kang is still a kang, there is heating in the room, and there is no longer a hot kang. All I have left in my heart are memories and the warmth of winter.

Watching open-air movies in childhood

When I was a child, the biggest entertainment in the village was watching open-air movies. When there is a movie at night, the speaker of the village Committee will shout, "Attention, villagers. There is a movie in Heijia today, and everyone in the village is watching it. " . As soon as the big horn stopped, the whole village suddenly boiled. Adults are in a hurry to cook, and children fidget and stamp their feet in front of adults and say, mom, hurry up, or you won't take up space. Hurry up, hurry up, or I won't eat. Children who can wait are waiting for dinner, and children who can't wait take a small bench to occupy space. Children like to sit in the front, and they also like to sit in the middle of the front. That place is closest to the screen. Every time, children fight for space, but as soon as the movie starts, they stop making trouble and start watching later.

I never need to occupy land. My father is a village cadre and is responsible for the film production in the village. He always sits in front of the projectionist, leaving a long bench for me and my mother. At that time, it was a very proud thing to sit in front of the projector and watch it rotate. Father usually doesn't let others sit in front of him for fear of tripping over the wires below. Maybe because of the girl, I was not particularly interested in movies, and soon I got sleepy, so my mother held my head and my father held my leg, and I fell asleep. I had no idea when the movie was on. When I woke up, it was the next morning. I know that after the movie, my father will unload the screen, connect the wires and install the machine with the projectionist. It was my mother who carried me back. Although I have never felt clearly how wide my mother's back is, in many dreams, I watched myself lying on my mother's back, falling asleep stupidly, and my saliva soaked my mother's clothes.

Now my mother is old and her back is a little hunched. Every time I walk behind her and see her back, there will always be a sour tear in my eyes.

Memories are bitter and sweet. My mother has endless love for me, forever engraved in my deepest corner, and always the sweetest warmth in my heart.