My childhood in rice rolls.

Perhaps it was because my parents let me taste the delicious food in rice rolls when I was a child. In the next ten years, most of my childhood was related to rice rolls.

When I was still in kindergarten, I cried and refused to go to school every morning before going to school. Later, my parents went out to buy food early every day, and brought me my favorite rice rolls with stuffing. When I have a good time, I will stop crying and want to go to school. So that for a long time, teachers would ask me when I entered the school gate: "Did you eat rice rolls this morning?" ? If you cry again, the school won't eat rice rolls! "Adults near my home often tease me from rice rolls:" Why don't you buy me a bottle of water and I'll buy you rice rolls tomorrow? "In our family, rice rolls is also the only thing that can stop me. Every time I get into trouble, my parents say, "I won't buy you another rice rolls! "Now whenever I think about this, my mother always says that I was the cutest at that time. She would pout, not cry or make trouble when she said she wouldn't buy me rice rolls. Mijuan, like my hula hoop, is as smart as thinking.

When I was in primary school, my parents were busier than before. They don't go home until dark every night. Tired work makes them need more rest, so they can't get up early the next day to buy me breakfast. So I asked my parents to buy me a small alarm clock. At 5: 30 every morning, I get up early to buy rice rolls, although it is only the first grade. Later, in order to catch the favorite cartoon at that time, I got up at five. Of course, I became the first customer of the breakfast shop every day, even in winter. It's actually quite good. In summer, although it's only after five o'clock, it's already dawn. You can see that the sun is as big as half the sky and golden yellow, rising from the other side of the sky. Isn't it a kind of happiness to get up early every day, eat your favorite rice rolls and watch the most beautiful sunrise? In winter, it is still dark. The lamp lit at the door of the breakfast shop seems to have a feeling of affection. Most importantly, you can put your hand on the stove and steam rice rolls to keep warm. That stove is also a heavy smoker, smoking early in the morning. At that time, he was naive and thought he was a fairy. This breakfast shop is the Heavenly Palace, and the stove spits out auspicious clouds. Now that I think about it, it's quite interesting

Later, I found that my friends in the alley also got up early to buy breakfast, so we made an appointment to have breakfast together every morning. This may be the happiest day of my childhood. I remember that after we bought breakfast, we usually didn't eat in the store. We often pack it and go home together to eat by the pond near the alley. A row of trees were planted by the pond. Every morning, there are many birds like sparrows, twittering and chirping, and flying to the ground from time to time to find bugs in the field. For fun, we sometimes give the bird some rice rolls. Whoever eats rice rolls belongs to the bird. We not only tease birds, but also often talk about common things, such as whose cousin is getting married one day and whose distant relative brought some treasures. These are all things we like.

Everyone says the good times are over, and it is. When I was in the fourth grade, the school asked for accommodation. That is to say, you can't eat rice rolls from Tuesday to Thursday, and only have a chance to eat it on Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Monday morning is the last time I eat rice rolls before I go to school, so I cherish this rare opportunity. I tend to chew slowly and taste slowly, eager to eat another one. Accommodation life, let me lose, not only rice rolls, more importantly, get along with friends, Saturday and Sunday breakfast, has become particularly important, I began to cherish the time with them more and more, because I gradually realized that such beautiful days will be less and less in the future.

When I was in the fifth grade, my friends went back to their hometown for junior high school because of their hukou, and no one accompanied me to get up early for breakfast. The proprietress of the rice rolls store also asks me from time to time: "You've all gone back to your hometown, and no one has breakfast with you. Are you bored alone? " The answer is self-evident.

After junior high school, there is less chance to eat rice rolls. I have to go to school on Sunday afternoon and have a holiday at noon on Saturday, which means I can only eat rice rolls once a week. The pressure of studying is getting heavier and heavier, and my free time is getting less and less. Gradually, I just eat rice rolls from time to time. Sometimes when I think about it, I just want to wait until I have time. Occasionally, it seems to have lost a little flavor.

The trees by the pond are still growing, and there are still so many birds every morning. Although the alley is still there, it is also empty. Time goes by, leaving behind not only my playmates, but also our laughter, my childhood and countless delicious rice rolls. After several years, I still ask myself from time to time: When can I eat rice rolls with you again?