Spring Rain

Spring rain the night, for the world has brought a lot of fresh. Wife bought a new listing strictosidine fried food, after dinner, I put a bounced the strictosidine swept into the fire on the stove, then exudes a deep sense of strictosidine flavor from the fire. Contingent remembered what his wife said: "buy some more tomorrow strictosidine, I want strictosidine grilled food."

This morning the wife to buy food back to the door he said: "You're not going to roast the strictosidine this, I bought a" I got a bamboo stick, string together the strictosidine, eat slowly roasted on the fire. The strictosidine scent filled the air, in the house but drift back to the old thoughts.

Strictosidine grilled eat, that is already a long time ago.

Child this season, the ground strictosidine mature love to children, our country went personally Abstract strictosidine back with a bamboo stick to string together, roasted on the fire ground. Sometimes too busy fire burned the Strictosidine, but has not cooked; sometimes too anxious, or half-baked began to eat. Can we eat but as incense, as enjoyably. Think about it now, is probably the sake of time, we do not like children now, every day, eat snacks.

Grilled strictosidine, mother always nagging, nagging after, we will certainly eat fried strictosidine mother end and serve the broader market. Once the mother I baked strictosidine out a topic let me count: a strictosidine seven ass, seven Strictosidine the few fart it? "I casually replied:" July forty-nine! "Mother haha laugh: "49 seven hundred seventy-four of Good counted fart dog." father laughed, I followed them laugh, half-day it suddenly dawned.

Later, the mother in the kitchen cooking, I often stood innocently watching mother told me that rice should be how to do, dishes to be how fried, so seven or eight years old when I learned to do the food, of course, also learned the fried Strictosidine.

When I wash the strictosidine poured into the pot started to fry, nephew asked me: "Uncle, how do you hold onto the oil on the fried ah?" And I did not answer, just silence fried. Especially poor childhood home mother cooking almost no oil or with a little oil. Fried strictosidine mother, first strictosidine into the pot, wait until the the strictosidine fry scoop up, pour a little oil to the pot, then cook for another already familiar strictosidine. I asked the mother, the mother said: "as fuel!" I followed that strictosidine fired, but later said it was not delicious daughter, nephew, only I slowly chewing, very taste to chewing, because, it is the mother's taste.

Mother was eighteen years old, married father, living life in the countryside, living on the land, busy crops, busy with household chores, busy pulling the children, often covered with sweat from his face, the hair is often mixed with soil crumbs Leaves of Grass and cauliflower, the body is often contaminated with soil dust.

Many times, the mother is too late to wash the taste of clean hands and feet on the soil or manure grass; In many cases, mothers have yellow-green color of the grass, crops color, earthy colors, nail gap between soil, grass clippings; often, the mother a taste of the smoke stove, a livestock manure grass taste - she hand Xiguo, wash rice, cook, cook for us to eat, to pull us four siblings grew up.

Now, I doubt age has passed, and every time he returns home to visit his mother, eating mother's, and the fragrant flowers, and with crops taste, and with mud taste, and the mother's sweat taste of the food, eat as fragrant as sweet because that is the flavor of the mother.

The flavor of the mother, always so enthralling.