Warm popcorn and beautiful heart prose

Unconsciously, the leaves have quietly turned yellow and fell to the ground in a rotation. This is nature reminding us that autumn has come. Yes, time flies, just between turns, in the crisp autumn season. Whether it is a city park or a country field, there is a breath of autumn everywhere. Autumn is the harvest season, full of romance and deep thoughts. A gust of wind blew, and a faint sweet smell came to the nose. That is the smell of popcorn. The silent fragrance of moistening things suddenly opened the door of memory, and at that moment, my eyes quickly presented a clear picture.

In the alley in the middle of the village, an old man is shaking a bulging popcorn machine. The children stared at the popcorn machine in front of them, swallowed their saliva and asked the old man one after another how long it would take for the popcorn to be cooked. And I am one of the children. My friend and I look the same. I have been sucking my fingers, smelling the growing fragrance of rice flowers, listening to the roar of the blower and swallowing the saliva in my mouth. We waited in pain, and the sweet popcorn was in front of us, but we just couldn't eat it. It's hard to wait, but we have no choice but to wait. While shaking the rice mill, the old man added some coal to the stove and looked down at the barometer. As soon as he looked at the air pressure, our eyes suddenly opened wide and looked forward to it, but the long-awaited result did not come, so we had to wait. The old man looked at the children around him, and his mouth tilted slightly. I could see that he was very happy. Facing the children's ardent expectations, he is also anxious, but the popcorn must burst completely. Finally, when the air pressure was sufficient, the old man immediately took down the rice mill from the fire and quickly stuffed it into the wire cage that had already been prepared. Later, he only heard a bang, and the children quickly grabbed sweet popcorn from the wire cage to eat. This is the bustling scene of popcorn in those days. Unfortunately, I am no longer in my hometown. Whenever I miss it, I can only relive that happy childhood.

Popcorn is the main snack in my childhood, which brings me happiness and happiness. Although it was very hard at that time, as long as I could eat sweet popcorn, my heart was warm; Even without gorgeous clothes and shoes, the inner joy is satisfied. In those years, every autumn harvest season, children would pick out corn to make popcorn and hang it high under the eaves in a ventilated place, waiting for the arrival of Lao Song.

We are all familiar with Lao Song. He makes a living by popping popcorn. In addition to the hot summer, he will pull his own cart and walk around busy popping popcorn. It's been a long time, and we know his whereabouts like the back of our hand. When will he come to our village? We've figured it out. When the leaves of Sophora japonica in the roadway gradually turn yellow, Lao Song will soon come to our village. In those days, we all looked forward to his early arrival. I can't seem to control myself at the thought of sweet popcorn. I can't sleep at night, and my mind is full of popcorn. Thinking at night, thinking during the day, just like this, thinking and thinking, the figure of Lao Song finally appeared.

Lao Song often comes when it is getting dark. As soon as his figure stepped into the village entrance, the children who were playing flocked to him and helped push the cart. The rice mill that brought them sweet popcorn lay lazily in the carriage of the shelf car. They looked at the gourd-shaped rice mill at the two ends in the middle, and their hearts suddenly became horizontal. Finally, they can eat the long-awaited popcorn, and they try their best to help push the cart. Lao Song is also very happy. He was very excited to see the children welcome him so much. His face was full of smiles, and he shouted a few times from time to time, as if announcing his arrival to the villagers. In the middle of the village, Lao Song was busy packing, and the children ran home to get corn.

I took a bamboo pole with an iron hook in my hand, took all the corn cobs hanging under the eaves, took them to a small pot and began to peel corn. In order to prevent corn kernels from being damaged, I didn't peel them with a steel cone, but dug them directly with my fingernails. Looking at the golden corn cob, my heart is full of sweetness, and waves of sweetness come to my heart. I am busy picking corn, thinking of sweet popcorn, and I am very satisfied. Although there is a little pain in your fingernails when picking corn, as long as you think about the popcorn that is about to be eaten in your mouth, the pain disappears at once. I am very happy and excited to see the golden corn kernels dug down. This is what I got from my labor. I chose the corncob in front of me after a thousand choices in the cornfield, and I am very grateful to them. Only when I have the best quality corn can I eat the sweetest popcorn. Looking at those golden and full corn kernels lying in a small pot, it seems that in an instant, they become white and fragrant popcorn. In a short time, I picked up all the corn, packed it, took a snakeskin bag, grabbed two pieces of coal before going out and ran to the middle of the village. A can of popcorn is fifty cents, and corn and coal take care of themselves. This is the rule at that time, and we all know it.

By the time I got to the middle of the village, the queue waiting for popcorn had formed into a "long snake array". Large and small pots filled with corn formed a winding team, and all the children gave the coal to Lao Song. Sitting on a small bench, Lao Song looked at the long line and the children in the circle. He is very happy, humming a ditty and busy in an orderly way. The first pot of popcorn was given to us by Lao Song for free, and it has never changed for many years. The children watching are all the same. They stared at the spinning rice machine with their eyes wide open. The blower has been buzzing, and the sweetness of popcorn is gradually coming. We can't help but swallow the saliva in our mouth and look at Lao Song with expectant eyes. Time has passed quietly, and the surrounding air has already turned into the sweetness of popcorn, so that we seem to have the idea of rushing to grab popcorn at any time. The desire for popcorn in my mind is getting stronger and stronger, and the saliva in my mouth is getting more and more. Some friends have lost control of themselves for a long time, but their mouths are full of saliva. Finally, when the popcorn was about to be baked, Lao Song picked up the linen, immediately grabbed the hot rice machine and sent it to the wire cage not far from him. He stepped on the hot rice mill, put an iron pipe in his left hand on the elbow of the rice mill, and there was a loud bang, followed by layers of white fog rising into the sky quickly. The children who came to their senses swarmed, grabbed a handful of popcorn from the wire cage, stuffed it directly into their mouths, chewed it a few times at random and swallowed it directly into their stomachs. At that moment, they ate sweet popcorn and thought about how wonderful life was. Yes, life is really beautiful. As long as you give, you get. The popcorn we eat now is the result of labor. We ate popcorn and thought about the past labor scenes, which was very satisfying. The bitterness and tiredness of the past have finally turned into sweetness today. This is the happiness brought by labor and the beautiful life brought by labor.

After eating the first can of popcorn, we squatted in the queue ahead of time, waiting for Lao Song to pop popcorn for us. With the violent explosion, delicious popcorn from pots and pans came out one after another, but the queue was still very long. Popcorn has great charm. Some people just boiled the pot and ate it all before they got home. In desperation, they can only smash a few more pots. Sweet popcorn is not only loved by children, but also by adults. Every time there was a loud bang, the onlookers swarmed like wild animals that broke free from the reins, and the adults also stepped forward, but they could not be as impatient as children. They can only wait for the children to disperse one by one, and then grab some popcorn from the wire cage and put it in their mouths and chew it carefully. Happy smiles soon filled their faces, and they kept praising the sweetness of popcorn.

As night falls, a full moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moonlight spreads all over the earth. In the soft night, people enjoy the moon without blemish. They only care about the jumping fire in the village. Autumn night, cool breeze blowing gently, the weather is a little cold, but people's hearts are warm. Just take a look at the leaping flame, and a faint warmth will rise from the bottom of my heart. With a loud noise, the fog of popcorn has completely enveloped the village. Both adults and children are filled with happy smiles, surrounded by the rice mill, listening to the roar of the blower, watching the dark rice mill and the jumping flames, and their hearts are very sweet, all because of the popcorn in front of them.

Lao Song squatted in front of the rice mill and kept busy without stopping. Sometimes he put raw corn into the rice mill, sometimes he added coal to the stove, and sometimes he quickly picked up the rice mill with enough air pressure and stuffed it into the wire cage. Then there was a loud noise and popcorn came out. He was glad to see children and adults around him in high spirits. Popcorn brought Lao Song a happy taste and considerable income. As time goes on, the night gets deeper and deeper, and it is already late at night when the last can of popcorn collapses. Lao Song, who had been busy until midnight, was too tired to hold back, but he was still busy with a smile.

People helped Lao Song put all the guys into the luggage cart, greeted each other a few times, turned around and went home, leaving only the rickety back of Lao Song pulling the luggage cart and gradually disappearing into the vast night. Although he was very tired, he was very excited and kept shouting Shaanxi opera. In the silent night, there are cheerful voices occasionally, which are the pursuit of a happy life and the desire for a better future. With the sweet and humid popcorn, the children fell asleep one after another. In the dream, they went back to what had just happened. Gourd-shaped rice mills, earthen stoves, blowers, wire cages, and busy old people, a violent explosion and a refreshing smell of popcorn always disturb their dreams.

Time goes by slowly, and our childhood fades under the nourishment of those popcorn. At that time, the friends left home one after another and came to the great rivers and mountains of the motherland to take root. In my hometown, the familiar popping sound and sweet popcorn still exist. It's just that the children around the rice cooker are not the children they used to be. At that time, Lao Song was old, but he still insisted on popping popcorn for a living. The living conditions of his family gradually improved, and the original rice mill was replaced by a new one. In his words, it is necessary to keep up with the development trend of the times and actively respond to the call of the country. The new rice machine adopts environmentally friendly materials, so there is no need to worry about lead poisoning. In retrospect, we didn't dare to eat too much popcorn at a time because we were worried. Now, we can finally eat without restraint. It's just that we are no longer in our hometown, but we deeply miss the happy time and the dribs and drabs of the past years.

In the city where I live now, if I am lucky, I can still see the rice machine. At that time, my eyes suddenly became moist, and my thoughts immediately returned to the distant village. Lao Song rode an electric car with a guy on it and slowly came to the middle of the village, surrounded by children. In the soft moonlight, he kept busy, and the whole village was completely enveloped by a violent explosion and a sweet, cheerful and relaxed laugh, which resounded through the sky.

Sweet popcorn, white as snow, brought joy to my childhood, enriched that time and added a mythical legend to my life. In this season full of yearning, the warm autumn wind brings longing for the happy days of the past, as well as the familiar sweetness. No matter how far the years pass, the sweetness of the past will never fade, but will only be fully integrated into my life with the passage of time, always warming my heart and arousing my sweet attachment to the past.