What do you miss most about your childhood?

What I miss most is catching fish on the riverside. Behind our house is a seedlings, planted with a large number of trees, a green area, where my friends and I often play. But the most interesting thing is a small river, not wide, flowing along the front in a winding way. There are many small holes on both sides of the river. If you poke them with a stick, you will find small crabs inside, one in each hole. They are not real crabs, but hairy crabs. Looking at the river, there were fish swimming from time to time. My partner and I agreed to get two lead buckets, which are iron buckets, from home to prepare to catch fish. The river was narrow and not deep, and the water was up to our knees. We held the river mud with both hands to block both ends, and then used buckets to hold the water outside and kept pouring it until the water inside was almost dry, and several fish were faintly visible. Jumping, we were so happy at this time, and our hands were busy catching it. I saw eight or nine fish in the bucket, all of which were medium-sized river crucian carp. Those were the years of natural disasters, and my interest not only satisfied my curiosity, but was also the result of my hard work. On this day, I tasted the braised crucian carp cooked by my mother on the plate for dinner. It was so delicious that it is still imprinted in my mind and will never be forgotten.

I miss the innocent life of childhood and the romance of childhood like colorful clouds. I miss my mother's warm embrace the most, and my father's mountain-like backbone... I can't forget my mother's gentle nagging, like a lullaby, which made me sail away in sweet dreams; I can't forget my father's resolute face and the words " A man must stand upright!" It will accompany me throughout my life.

People say that a father’s love is like a mountain, a mother’s love is like an ocean, and the love of parents is unforgettable forever!

I miss the carefree atmosphere of my childhood the most, even though I had enough to eat and wear. , playing was not as good as now, but the environment is good, and the neighbors are like a family. Once I got tired from playing and fell asleep on the side of the road. The neighbor's aunt took her home in her arms, as if it was her own child. Our family is poor. , you can’t eat one meal of meat a year, but as long as you smell the smell of meat today, I guarantee that you can eat a few pieces, and the neighbor’s aunt and uncle will give you one. It’s like the neighbor who has lived in the same building for three or four years. No matter what your surname is, time will not go back, good memories will be left behind, and your youth will flow away.

There are so many times that I miss my childhood, too many to count. Today, I will talk about what happened when I just entered the first grade of elementary school.

In 1958, when I was seven years old, my father sent me to school. At that time, my family lived in a rural area, and all the classmates in my class were older than me. The most impressive thing is that when the People’s Commune was established in 1958, the natural village where my family lived was a small team. In the fall, the school asked students to participate in labor. I remember that year the superiors called for deep digging of the ground. I was young and couldn't lift a big shovel. I had a small shovel at home. It was a military type. It turned out to be the one my uncle used when he was in the New Fourth Army. After liberation, my uncle went to work in the city and left the small shovel at my house.

After working deep in the fields for many days, I remember that the production team was still in charge of the food, feeding the big sweet potatoes. I really like that little shovel. It has a buckle on the head and can be used as a pickaxe by twisting it down. This is the thing I remember most when I first entered elementary school.

What I miss most about the happy and carefree days when my childhood friends were together: hide-and-seek, rope skipping, playing games...

What I miss the most about having fun at home during the Chinese New Year is that when I was a child, The food, especially the meat, and the time spent with my classmates were so pure and real! And I graduated from junior high school with such good grades! I chose to give up the opportunity to go to high school. In order to reduce the burden on my parents! I entered the society to work, and I paid my salary to my mother every month! But I think my life as a child was very beautiful! If the years could come back, I would rather be the girl I was when I was a child! Carefree !Fly freely like a bird!

Childhood is sunshine, laughter, delicious food, lucky money, setting off firecrackers, skipping classes, fishing, too much

Chinese New Year

After Master Huang left, Sister Wang stayed alone in the desert. At first I didn't feel anything, thinking that Master Huang would come back soon, but a few days passed and there was no news. Being alone in the wild, with no one talking to me, I felt that time passed very slowly. While waiting hopelessly, Sister Wang began to recall her growth experience.

From the time I can remember, the scenes play out in my mind.

Sister Wang was born in a rural area and has been living in her grandfather’s house as long as she can remember. At that time, her father was serving in the army, and her mother took her and her brother to live with her grandfather's house. There is also an aunt and uncle in my grandfather’s family, and the third uncle is also a soldier in the army.

During the Chinese New Year, my father and third uncle came back to visit relatives. There were many people in the family, which was very lively and happy.

When eating, two Kang tables should be placed side by side on the Kang. The children should sit on the Kang and sit by the window. Grandpa has been sitting at the head of the kang. The other adults sat wherever they pleased. Before the food is served, bowls and chopsticks are brought out first. A lot of chopsticks, then my father will use the chopsticks to build a bridge that can be supported. As long as the food is not served, keep raising the price. Until the food is served, burn bridges and eat.

The third uncle learned this method from somewhere, and poured vinegar on the stove. There was a stinging sound, and the smell of vinegar filled the room. Third uncle said this can prevent colds.

Starting from the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month to celebrate the Little New Year, after eating the dumplings, the Kitchen God went to heaven to report, kicking off the New Year.

The sticky bean buns have been wrapped and frozen for a long time, so you can just steam them when you eat them. It usually consists of stewed vegetables on the bottom of the pot and steamed vegetables, steamed bean buns, etc. on top. Because it’s the Chinese New Year, I won’t eat cornmeal pancakes at this time. Usually, a row of large pancakes (bao rice noodle pastry) is posted next to the hot pot where the vegetables are stewed. The less time you spend eating cornmeal cakes during the Chinese New Year, it proves that your life is better. I remember that just after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month one year, Sister Wang’s mother asked her to grind cornmeal, but the flour miller laughed at her. I started eating cornmeal before the first lunar month, which proves that my life is not going well. At that time, Sister Wang's mother had established another family.

Before the Chinese New Year, pigs and chickens must be killed. Killing a pig is a big deal, and people at no more than three or four tables have to be invited to have a meal of pig-killing dishes. Everyone should invite whoever kills the pig, and they will take turns eating. Whichever family can kill a pig during the Chinese New Year is also a big event and something worth showing off. When killing pigs, the mother washes the intestines, then fills them with blood sausage, and ties the two ends tightly with thread. Boil the blood sausage in a sauerkraut pot, prick it with a needle. If there is no bleeding, take it out, slice it and serve it. Nowadays, the Northeastern cuisine and pork-killing dishes are hung directly on the plaque.

When I was twenty-eight, I started steaming steamed buns. I steamed several pots a day and then froze them. I waited until the first month of the year to heat them up and eat them directly.

On the 30th day, I got up early to make a big pot of rice. If I couldn’t finish it, I had to freeze it and wait for the first month. After breakfast, I started putting up Spring Festival couplets and cleaning. Get ready for the new year.

Lunch on the 30th day is a more formal meal, usually with harder dishes. The traditional dishes of my grandpa’s family are braised vermicelli with pickled cabbage and white meat, stewed chicken with mushrooms, steamed elbow meat, stewed carp, skin jelly, stir-fried tenderloin, stir-fried fungus, and pressed belly. At that time, we didn’t eat vegetables during the Chinese New Year. We usually ate too much. During the Chinese New Year, we only ate meat dishes.

I can’t remember which year a family in the village bought a TV, and everyone started watching the Spring Festival Gala during the New Year vigil. Before there was television, everyone would sit together and play poker during the vigil. At 11:30 in the middle of the night, they would cook dumplings and set off firecrackers to catch the spirit. When my grandpa sets off firecrackers, he will burn a bundle of sesame seeds, which means that every day is high. Go to bed after eating dumplings.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we have to wear new clothes and go from house to house to pay New Year greetings. Whose house can I eat fried peanuts and melon seeds to pay New Year greetings? Usually I can only eat fried corn. People who can eat fried corn also have good teeth. People with bad teeth cannot bite fried corn kernels.

Dumplings are eaten on the first, third and fifth day of the lunar month. Eat noodles on the seventh, seventeenth and twenty-seventh day of the lunar month. Eat Yuanxiao on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

During the Chinese New Year, there is always too much food and we are always too full. It's really enjoyable to eat things that you can't usually eat during the Chinese New Year, but it's also really uncomfortable to overeat.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, lights are lit everywhere that night, including those in the latrines.

On the twenty-fifth day of the first lunar month, the day of filling the warehouse, my grandfather painted a large rice warehouse with gray in the yard, which meant that more grain could be harvested.

On February 2, I ate the pig’s head. This year is also over.

There are indeed many moments worth remembering when I was a child, because my childhood was innocent, lively and cute. Fun time with friends. Scenes of trips to the park with family, time at school with classmates.

All are memorable.

It should be when I was five or six years old. At that time, I was naive and curious, and could remember things but not very well. Life was tense at that time and it was difficult to stay full. I remember one day, when I was playing with my friends, I picked up a few soybeans at the bottom of a haystack. I ran home happily and asked my grandpa to fry them with a smile. Grandpa held a few soybeans in his hand and couldn't help but burst into tears. His blackened white homespun top became wet with tears. Grandpa didn't say a word and held me tightly in his arms. Then use a rice spoon to fry a few beans. Decades have passed and it seems like yesterday. This little thing left a deep mark on my mind. Regardless of whether it was a difficult time or today, we never waste any food. I also remind my friends and family that a happy life is hard-won. You can eat it, but you must not waste it. My two grandsons, one less than eight years old and the other more than three years old, rarely buy snacks outside when they are young. They will take the initiative to pick up the rice grains dropped on the table and eat them. If they can't finish the meal, they will always say that the next meal is hot. I will eat again. In fact, I will take care of everything. A seemingly insignificant thing can often affect a person's life.