Memories of childhood bake essays of all diseases.

Childhood is childish; Childhood is happy. But sometimes there are disappointments. That was many years ago. We have a custom here. On the morning of the 16th day of the first month, all diseases are roasted. There are many children in this matter. There are also a few adults. After breakfast, people who bake all kinds of diseases gather noisily in the Woods to collect firewood and make a fire. Because there were many people, in a short time, many branches and weeds were brought. At this moment, someone lit a match. The raging fire burst into flames. The children beat the time happily; Noisy; Jump; Jump. After a while, the fire died down. Baking began, and people prayed while baking: the languages handed down from unknown times were intertwined with people's irregular voices. "Bake your face; I have never had tinea in my life. I have never been sick in my life. I have roasted my hands. I have more and more in my life. I have roasted my feet. I am lucky this year. Many prayers are mixed together, just like a group of monks chanting. Looking back now, it's really funny.

The fire is getting smaller and smaller, all the weeds are burned out, and the branches don't smoke. It turned into a pile of red coal. At this time, some children took out bean bags from their pockets; Some people take out sticky cakes and bake them on the fire. Because it's the first month, the sticky cake with bean buns is still frozen and baked on the fire. It is said that baked bean paste cakes are only eaten when you pray. That's when I was blindsided. Why didn't I bring tofu? Not only me, but also Steve, Zhu Xiao and Baishun. None of us adults came. Just as we were stupefied, people had baked the bean buns and picked them up to eat. I said without thinking, let's go home and get it. Say that finish, also don't back to run home. But I suddenly stopped at the door. Can you go in and get it? Take what? There are always three pots of corn flour mixed with yellow wheat bean bags steamed during the Spring Festival. There were a few more guests a few days ago, and the limited tofu brain had already been eaten. I stood outside the door with tears of injustice in my eyes.

It is said that the polarization of life is serious now, and there was polarization in that egalitarian era. Although the rations are all 325 Jin, some people are full and some people are not full. Think about the reason, this is the reason for the reservation. Everyone has half an acre of private land, which is enough to eat if the population is not increased. Although there was little food at that time, half an acre of land could yield 300 Jin. But compared with other people's homes, there are many children in our family. Only our parents have their own plots, and none of us have them. So we don't have enough food at home. Sometimes guests come home, no matter what they are doing or how close their relatives are. Towards noon, they always think: Why don't you go? If you don't leave, you'll have to eat at our house again.

I stood outside the door for twenty minutes, thinking about my parents' hard work in the fields every day, shoveling and reclaiming the land, and raising the cost of going to school for our laundry and cooking. Thinking about parents' hard work, I seem to have a growing mentality in my heart. I can't cry, and I am not wronged. My parents worked so hard that they knew I was crying because there was no tofu to eat. They will be distressed. As soon as I turned around, I lifted the cotton-padded jacket with a corner missing, wiped my tears (I can't wipe it with my sleeves, the sleeves are bright), and pretended to smile and walked into the room.

Since then, I have never baked anything. Than talk about it. Gradually, gradually, everyone else stopped baking. Sometimes I think: I wish I could bake it now, even in the dog days, I can take out the bean buns from the refrigerator and bake them.