Aesthetic food and love can't live up to ‖ remember grandma.

Before the Dragon Boat Festival, street vendors began to sell things about the Dragon Boat Festival: mugwort with strong mosquito repellent and mosquito repellent ability, steamed dumplings piled up on the mountain for sale, fancy sachets everywhere ... plus the hot temperature at noon, memories of the Dragon Boat Festival came to mind.

Every year when the Dragon Boat Festival is extremely hot, I think of my grandmother wiping the mat with cold mountain spring water over and over again, and lying on it makes my heart full of coolness.

Grandma's banana fan fanned and fanned rhythmically, accompanied by the sound of smoking cigarettes, "Ba-Ba, Hu, Ba-Ba, Hu".

Countless days in memory are like dry smoke rising from grandma's mouth, slowly lingering, hovering back to the ring, and then slowly drifting away, and the air is filled with charming smoke.

I have been with my grandmother for a long time, and I gradually like the smell of dry cigarettes. I will also learn from my grandmother's appearance, holding a cigarette rod that has just been smashed by ash, and smoking it in my mouth "click, click", full of enthusiasm.

It really feels very good. My grandmother stopped me with a smile ... since my grandmother left, I haven't met anyone who smokes that kind of cigarette, and I can't smell that familiar smell anymore. ...

When I was a child, my sister and my cousin were together, laughing all day and playing in and out. Grandma always drags me away from joining them and says, "Tell them to mind their own business, and we won't learn from them."

And I also enjoy basking in the sun with my grandmother, feeding the chickens and cooking, lying next to my grandmother and listening to familiar stories over and over again. Quietly watching the shadow of the sun go away from the windowsill again and again.

I can't remember how many times I accidentally fell or fell, and I cried, whether it was slight or serious.

Grandma always arrives at the first time, caressing with her big, thick hands and mumbling something to drive away the pain for me. It feels as warm and soft as lying in grandma's arms.

In the ten years after my grandmother died, I kept this habit: once I was hurt and frustrated, I would choose to curl up in a corner of the room, sleep quietly, and then look for the caress of that warm big hand when I fell asleep.

I'm half asleep, and I can always get inspiration from my grandmother or the hint of harsh words or truth ... when I wake up, I know clearly in my heart, as if heaven helped me, and the trend of breaking bamboo has become.

In my dream, my first action when I saw my grandmother must be: sobbing in tears, and then jumping into my grandmother's arms and crying. ...

There is a path in the village, because of inexplicable fear, I dare not walk alone. In this regard, my grandmother always leads me away and says, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, and my baby is not afraid."

At my wayward and noisy age, no matter how far I run outside, as long as my grandmother is around, I can always get comfort, calm and gentleness.

The reason is probably because grandma, as the story says, has both a kind and noble soul and an awesome spirit! Perhaps it's because of the animal's nature: when the lioness returns to her arms, the little lion's eyes are low and smooth.

In the self-examination again and again in my later life, I see more and more clearly that a certain soft and quiet temperament in my heart can always find its initial embryonic form in the dribs and drabs accompanied by my childhood and grandmother.

The zongzi wrapped by grandma is the best I have ever eaten in this world. For more than twenty years, I haven't been able to taste the zongzi I remember.

Making zongzi is a very troublesome thing. On the last Dragon Boat Festival, I began to smooth out the things to be prepared for the next Dragon Boat Festival. Zongzi leaves are not local things, so you should ask distant relatives to bring them or buy them early, and ask someone to send a message in the middle to recover human feelings. No one in life will have the patience to do such a small thing (it is a big deal to buy zongzi).

Only grandma will "walk out" of a prosperous road in endless troubles, relying entirely on good popularity and good reputation! Grandma who can make zongzi on time every year is praised as "not ordinary people"!

On the day of steaming zongzi, grandma was so busy that she was sweating, shuttling back and forth in the steam in the kitchen and baking in the flames flying around the firewood stove.

But grandma always has a bright smile on her face, just like when she enjoys a bumper harvest ... the family is as lively as the New Year, and even the neighbors in the village are happy to wait for grandma's zongzi to come out!

At that time, the grandmother who made zongzi was just doing it with her life-long love experience, but she didn't know that she made the most beautiful taste in the world!

Just as readers don't want to see a long lyric, readers prefer to see a writer tell a good story!

Therefore, memory is a lonely thing to some extent.

It is a painful thing for me to calmly tell the story of a person who has deep emotional ties with me, because I have to pull myself away from my feelings bit by bit. ...

Please look forward to it, my second grandma.

Link to the joint essay on "Food, Peace Talks and Love":

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