Maltose prose

Maltose Prose 1 Many people dream that love is as sweet as sugar, and they enjoy the sticky and inseparable feeling. If there is a kind of "maltose" in the world that can make love sweet and happy forever, who dares to try it? With the same person forever, from generation to generation, this life can be, next life can be? No one can answer this question, and feelings are inextricably linked. Even if we make a vow of eternal love, how many couples can be together forever? Before maltose, which guarantees eternal happiness, people have an impulse to taste it immediately. Do they have the courage to swallow it at once?

The mysterious old man stared at me with a pair of shrewd eyes, as if talking about himself. After eating colorful maltose in my hand, my happiness came immediately. I plucked up the courage to swallow sweet maltose, and sweet memories came to my mind. Those four or five years were like a long dream that made people unwilling to wake up. I am immersed in an intoxicated dream, and only his smiling eyes are touching, exciting and bright. Paralysis spread between my teeth and taught me to get out of my dreams. I touched my slightly swollen cheek, and maltose unconsciously dissolved in my teeth and cheeks, leaving no trace.

I stared at the mysterious old man again, and his face became shriveled and haggard, only to find that the sweet dream just now was just a false illusion. The old man and I smiled at each other, as if we understood each other's thoughts. Just like an experienced person, they told me in detail that love is unpredictable. On the surface, it seems to be happy, but there is an undercurrent behind it that people can't prevent. As expected, I took a long sigh of relief and suddenly found that the exhaled air gradually condensed, forming a series of illusory emotions, floating in dazzling mid-air. The true form of maltose turned out to be nothing more than a pile of carefully modified love silk.

Back to the sad real world, this wonderful old man has long been at a loss, and his affair maltose no longer exists. Looking at the quiet street ahead, he sincerely felt that nothing had changed except his own mood. Let go of the emotional attachment to the past, and the past will disappear with the wind, perhaps occasionally seeping from the depths of memory and revisiting it again and again. The mood can be clear, even if it is a lonely road, there is always a crossroads, and you will find a bright and moving picture. Fate is wonderful, and I never tire of looking for that touching smile on the casual road.

Maltose Prose 2 Maltose is ripe, and I wake up smiling, happy and sticky. Full of candy, fresh and tender, like when I was a child. I really want another bite.

-Inscription (Jay Chou maltose)

The passage of time, the trace of time, captures only the fragments of memory, leaving only nostalgia.

After working for a week, I got on the bus to the market with nothing to do. The asphalt road that has been sunburned for a day also exudes a lazy atmosphere. The green willows on the roadside gently shook their tender skirts, shyly stared at the beautiful images on the ground and winked at the pedestrians on the roadside. The whispers in the crowd were swallowed up by the hot breath, and the ticking of the bus was evaporated by the hot air and disappeared into the crowd.

As soon as I stood, I was drowned by the crowd. I only see a busy back. When I got off the platform, I saw a dazzling array of prosperity, and the sound of selling was endless. I get bored when I hear it inexplicably.

"Maltose, sweet maltose-"A few simple cries are full of childlike interest when I was a child. If a clear spring waters my restless mood, I can't help walking towards the sound source. The inconspicuous booth was crowded with passers-by, and many people were carrying maltose in small white bags. The booth is a small tricycle with a small cabinet on it. On the top of the cabinet is a large piece of maltose, which is quietly stacked in the most eye-catching position. Beneath the white sugar powder is butterscotch like cheese. From a distance, I seem to have returned to my childhood there. The sticky maltose in my memory is covered with small hands, and the feeling of satisfying my sweet mouth is like a flood!

I still remember that my favorite food when I was a child was the sticky and sweet maltose.

At that time, when I was at home, I could hear the "ding-ding-"sound from the merchants who bought maltose knocking on the iron plate. Hearing this sound is like a soldier hearing the assembly order, so I can't wait to look around and find out the bottles and cans that I usually hide secretly. In the eyes of adults, it is worthless waste, but in the eyes of our children, it is a very precious wealth! Hurry up and find those things, pack a bag casually and run to the merchant who bought maltose, and don't forget to bring a clean handkerchief!

By the time I arrived, the merchants who bought maltose had already gathered around. Maltose merchant is an amiable grandfather with short gray hair and always wears shabby but neat clothes. The fine lines on his face are traces left by years. Every time grandpa sees us little guys, he will happily ask, "You greedy kittens, what good things did you bring to exchange sugar with me this time!" " "

As he spoke, he showed his broken tooth. I used to stubbornly believe that it was because grandpa was also a glutton for cats and loved maltose that his teeth would become less. Before grandpa finished, everyone rushed to give grandpa maltose what he had already prepared in exchange for maltose.

When changing maltose, we always eat it in our mouth, look at what others have, typically eat it in a bowl and look at the style in the pot! It seems to be comparing who has changed more. In those dark eyes, there is a bright light flashing. That is not human greed, but naive greed. When it's my turn, take out the handkerchief prepared in advance and hold it carefully for fear of accidentally dropping maltose on the ground.

Maltose will melt if it is kept for a long time, so I always take the tangled psychology of wanting to eat but not willing to eat, but I have to eat it, and gradually eliminate ivory maltose. Maltose is very sweet and sticky, and it is easy to stick to your teeth when you eat it, but your heart is very satisfied! The most inevitable thing is that every time I finish eating, my mouth and hands are all sticky and have a sweet milk smell.

Looking at the milky maltose in front of me, it seems exactly the same as when I was a child. It seems that after years of sweetness, I reunited with my heart, and gradually the rich milk fragrance overflowed my mouth. I am delighted to taste the long-lost sweetness and savor it carefully.

Sweet and thick milk flavor. Sticky, sticky mouth. It still tastes so sweet and greasy. The past time was as sweet as maltose.

Taste the truest, keep the sweetest.

Viscous maltose, sweet memories ...

Maltose Prose 3 At noon on a holiday, I was dozing off when I heard a crisp metal knock, so familiar! Murphy? I soon denied myself: how can anyone still make this thing now, auditory hallucination? I'm going to take a nap, but that familiar voice seems to need my attention: it's getting closer and more real.

Don't sleep! I strolled to the window and looked downstairs; Ha, really! An old man was holding a sugar stall and rapping rhythmically on the guy in his hand: a small hammer and chisel. I couldn't wait to run downstairs, as if I smelled maltose.

The old man's hair is gray, but his clothes are clean and his hands are black and blue, just like the sugar seller in my memory. Are you buying maltose? When he saw me walking towards him, he was all smiles. Well, you see, I haven't seen this thing for years. The old man lifted the white curtain; Have a taste, it's fragrant and sweet!

I picked up a small piece with my fingertips and smelled it; Why is it yellow? It should be Snow White. Another bite, so cruel! The old man gave me a look; Are you from the countryside? Hehe, yes, my eldest brother used to specialize in maltose. The old man said with a smile; "No wonder you understand that nowadays, in order to save trouble, everything is mechanical, and sugar pulling is not manual, so the color and hardness have changed." Indeed, people nowadays can't bear hardships! I told the old man that it was a little hard, but the taste didn't change. This is two Jin.

Speaking of maltose, I'm afraid all urbanites feel strange now, but I'm all familiar with it ... The sound of popping sugar is far away on a quiet country night: slowly, it shows infinite tranquility. Countless winter nights, I fell asleep in this warm voice.

At that time, the countryside was not like going out to work now: there was no place to get living expenses, so during the slack season, many workshops boiled sugar with grain to make wine. Selling sugar and wine has become an important way for many farmers to make money.

Every winter vacation is a happy day for me: this means that the stove in the workshop will be booming again. The candy store is located in an old warehouse. It is said that the roof of my ancestral home was demolished during the Cultural Revolution, and was later returned for policy reasons. The big steamer in the workshop doesn't turn off all day. Even if it is cold outside, I can do my homework in my clothes.

Big brother is the boss, equivalent to the technician now. Rice, sugar water, syrup ... all cooking must go through his inspection. I admired him when I was a child: how can I turn raw rice into sweet, sweet and snow-white sugar? Eldest brother was not married at that time, and lived in a dessert shop. Because it was warm and lively, I didn't want to go home to sleep, so I stayed with my eldest brother. However, when I wake up at night, I often feel that he is not in bed.

They cook sugar by hand. From raw malt, rice washing, steamed rice, mixed malt, fermentation ... to sugar pulling, people who have never seen it will not know that kind of hard work. In particular, pulling sugar requires both strength and skill: many guys who rely on strength are eager to show it, and the result either falls on the film or breaks it. Breathing heavily, I'm embarrassed to put it down.

Sugar pulling is fun, like magic! Thick dark brown, slightly transparent syrup, put it on the sugar rack, wash your hands, roll up your sleeves and rub it a little like kneading dough. It wasn't very tough at first, but then it could be elongated and the color gradually turned yellow. At this time, several strong men took turns to go into battle, and the action was similar to tango dance: the thrown candy bar crossed the top of the head from the left side and then wound on the candy pile. As soon as people enter and retreat, how long can a dozen kilograms of sugar stretch! Just a minute ... just a few minutes. In this process, the yellow candy gradually becomes whiter and whiter, until it is like snow, and finally it is spread on the film to cool down. Although I have suffered many finger collapses on my head, I still can't help but take the time to touch it: the thin and dense silk lines are soft and warm, and I have the urge to hold them in my arms! At this time, the sugar is the best, fragrant and soft, slippery but not slippery. I can't eat enough because I want to swallow my tongue!

In the process of maltose formation, there is another most delicious moment, that is, when the syrup has just boiled. Fill a ladle, the fragrance is fragrant, take a sip, sweet but not greasy. However, only special people can get treatment: the elderly, pregnant women and so on. I had the privilege of drinking it several times, and it was delicious and penetrated into my bones!

The season of boiling sugar is the time when everything is boring. Sugar dealers naturally have no worries, and there are seven or eight in this village alone. Go out to sell sugar early: in order to go further and do business easily, I hardly see them in the morning. And every afternoon at four or five o'clock, it is the most lively: they all come back one after another. Drink some water, pad it, and then weigh the rice. At that time, sugar could only be exchanged for rice: good rice was sieved and went to the market to exchange money, and broken rice was used to cook sugar. ) When everything is settled, we sit down and ask each other about our income, talk about our embarrassment, talk about coke and tell some jokes with different meat and vegetables. At this time, they are most relaxed. From time to time, I am happy to listen to new things.

Under the polishing of life, honest people will also become dishonest, as the saying goes, "no business is no traitor"! The countryside is no exception. It's harmless to exchange sugar for a little trick, let alone lose your conscience. But if you don't grasp the discretion, you will make a big joke.

A grandparent in our village always looks honest. But I don't know how long his jokes will last!

Once he wandered to a village, and a grandmother in her sixties stopped him, saying that there was some broken rice at home and she wanted to change some sugar. She took out an urn containing rice from the hut, and the old method came to weigh it: thirteen and a half pounds, poured out the rice, and then weighed the urn (the old method secretly changed it to a smaller one): fourteen pounds. The old lady didn't return to absolute being for a long time, and she paused for a while before saying; "You mean I want to exchange half a catty of rice for the urn?" Old hair heart thumped; Take the wrong weight, this is a big show! Gradually, people came to watch and accused the old law of being unkind: bullying an old lady. Fortunately, the old lady kindly stopped several young people, otherwise it would not be as simple as breaking the scale. Lao Mao never dared to go to that village again, which became a good material for people to tease from time to time: just like the owner of Xianheng Hotel teased Kong Yiji.

Look at the end of the year, the dessert shop will be closed. So the trafficker was invited to have a meal and settle accounts. Have a big meal, more or less tickets, and take them home happily. Adults and children are naturally overjoyed: new clothes are available, tuition fees are also available, and chickens, ducks and fish can be bought more. ...

In the evening, the boy came back from his grandmother's house, and I let him taste maltose. He took a small bite; "Oh, my teeth! This is the good thing on your mobile phone? Keep it for yourself. " After that, I took popcorn to watch the animation, leaving me alone in distress.

A few years ago, in rural areas, maltose was undoubtedly a snack that made children happy. For example, there are few kinds of sweets, twists and biscuits. In the shop. It is difficult for guests who don't visit at home all year round to taste them, and all kinds of fruits can only be seen in paintings. Now children are "happy"! All kinds of snacks make people see things in a blur, eat as lightly as a swallow, and gradually nothing can stimulate their appetite. Feel that you have never been hungry or have too many choices?

At that time, although commodities were not very abundant and food safety was not publicized every day, every practitioner regarded imported things as a belief. Unlike today's "golden age" science, preservatives, hormones, non-edible chemical additives and so on have all been mixed into food, no matter whose children are premature or die young. The color is attractive, but let everyone talk about the change of food color! I don't know if people have become delicate or if their conscience is badly worn.

I still like sweet maltose. I can make it harder!