rebirth, romance, space

Chapter 18

Grandma's house is very beautiful in the evening, the ever-changing burning clouds in the sky reflect the small river in front of the house red, which compares with the elegant demeanor of the half moon.After a week, I got used to my grandma's house very much. Every evening, I would play with my two cousins ​​on the path in front of the house. We dug three small shallow nests in the path and played marbles.I will also read "aoe" with my cousin, sing stamp songs, and recite multiplication tables.Tired, the three of them sat against the wall, watched the burning clouds in the sky, listened to the sound of cooking from various houses, sniffed their noses and smelled the delicious aroma of vegetables, and finally ran back to have dinner amidst grandma's call, leaving The sound of chirping cicadas and the sound of the wind blowing through the rustling bamboo forest, as well as the disappearing fire clouds, night falls.

Dinner in rural areas is relatively rich, usually with meat, eggs, soup, and seasonal vegetables.Tonight, my grandma made stir-fried pork belly with beans, scrambled eggs with leeks, backbone soybean soup, cold macaroni (wash the macaroni in water, squeeze out the water, add oil, salt, minced green onion, ginger, garlic and soy sauce, mix together, and mix together. Smooth and crisp. When I was young, I didn’t like to eat onion, ginger and garlic, but now I’m old and I’m in love with heavy flavors. Hehe... Mom said that it’s true that people’s sense of taste will become heavier when they get old.)
Breakfast and lunch are generally light; breakfast consists of porridge, dried radish, and dried cucumber. Sometimes they buy a few catties of rice noodles. Take out slices of snow-white rice noodles and put them on the chopping board to cut, and then weigh them with a steelyard.Hor fun is delicious. It is steamed with sticky rice flour. The rice has a strong flavor and springy texture. It is also delicious when mixed with peanut oil and soy sauce.Dried radishes and cucumbers are dried in the sun every summer. The method is not like pickling in other regions. Instead, fresh radishes and cucumbers are boiled in boiling water, and then marinated in a jar with coarse salt for a week. , and finally put it on the fence to dry the water and put it back in the jar for storage.They are all aged. The aged taste is strong, dry, not deadly salty, and very soft and dense.Porridge is the best.

Lunch is porridge with lean meat and vegetables. Men who are laborers usually have rice with braised tofu, or soybeans fried with fat.

"Smile, eat pigskin." The little cousin saw pigskin on the plate and quickly put it in my bowl.Xiaoxiao likes to eat skin the most. Pig skin, chicken skin, duck skin, and fish skin are all her favorites.

"Thank you little cousin." I tried to chew the soybeans in my mouth, but my teeth were still not good!

"Smile, I will recite Chunxiao for everyone." The eldest cousin hurriedly planed two mouthfuls of rice, filling his stomach and urging.He is still chubby at the age of ten, and he is really cute with his tiger head and tiger brain.

"Chun Mian doesn't wake up, and I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers will fall." Under the expectant eyes of my big cousin, I saw the same expression on my grandparents, so I had to put down the spoon and carry it on my back. "Meng Haoran, (689-740) Tang Dynasty poet, whose real name was Hao, styled Haoran. He was born in Xiangyang, Xiangzhou (now Xiangfan, Hubei), and was called Meng Xiangyang in the world. Because he never entered an official position, he was also called Mengshanren. In the Tang Dynasty, he had aspirations to serve the world in his early years. After his official career was difficult and painful and disappointing, he was still able to respect himself. He did not flatter the secular world and lived as a hermit for life. He lived in Lumen Mountain in seclusion. At the age of 40, he traveled to Chang'an and failed to be a Jinshi. He was in Taixue He writes poems and is famous as a public official. He is admiring and writes for it. His life experience is relatively simple, and the themes of his poems are not wide. Most of Meng's poems are five-character short stories, mostly about landscapes, countryside, seclusion, travel and so on. Although there are some cynical words among them, they are more of the self-expression of the poet. He and Wang Wei are called "Wang Meng". Three volumes, two volumes of poetry today."

After I finished reciting it, I also shared my big cousin's hesitant explanation by the way.

"Xiaoxiao, you are so amazing!" The eldest cousin was the first to realize that he couldn't recognize all the words in it, but he didn't expect his cousin to memorize it just by saying it once.

"Yes, smiling is the best." The little cousin also proudly echoed, those people in my cousin's village are good and bad, everyone said she was an idiot, they were the idiots, the whole family were idiots.Cousin is smart.

"Then Xiaoxiao, do you know the meaning of the poem?" Grandpa was no longer calm and asked.

"I know." I stroked my stomach, I was so hungry.I danced and danced with my two cousins ​​all afternoon, and now my stomach is bulging. "This poem was written by the poet when he lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain. The artistic conception is very beautiful. The poet seized the moment when he just woke up in the spring morning to describe and associate, and vividly expressed his love and pity for spring. .”

I couldn't bear it any longer. I drank half of the soup bowl before continuing to talk under the encouraging eyes of everyone.

"This poem does not use the general method of directly describing the spring scene in front of me, but captures the typical spring atmosphere through the "chunxiao" (spring morning) momentary auditory experience and association after waking up, and expresses my love for spring and pity for spring. Emotion." I slowly recalled what I remembered in my mind, and said slowly, "The first two lines of the poem are about the poet's sleepiness in the spring night, and the day is already bright. It is the singing of birds everywhere outside the house. The poet cherishes ink like gold, and only expresses the vibrant scene of spring dawn with a sentence "hear birds singing everywhere". But people can know from this that it is the singing of these birds that wakes up the lazy poet, It can be imagined that there is a bright spring outside the house at this time, and one can appreciate the poet's praise of spring."

"It is this lovely scene of spring dawn that makes the poet naturally turn to the association of the third and fourth sentences of the poem: I heard a gust of wind and rain in the dimness last night, and now the flowers blooming in the garden have been shaken down. How much? In connection with the first two sentences of the poem, the wind and rain at night is not a storm, but a light wind and drizzle. It sends the poet into a sweet dream and cleans the morning brighter. It is not hateful. But it must Shake the spring flowers and take away the spring, so the sentence "how much do you know when the flowers fall" also implies the poet's faint sorrow and infinite reverie for the passing of spring. The reason why this poem is loved by people is that the language is clear and clear, and the tone is clear and eloquent. In addition to the mouth, it is close to life, the scene blends, and the meaning is meaningful.” I held my breath and finished my opinion and the annotations in my cousin’s textbook, and then ate hard with my rice bowl.

Encouraged by my eldest cousin, I showed my skills and made the two cousins ​​determined to work hard and not lose to me. It also made my grandparents fully understand the decision of my parents to send me to school.

That night, the insomniac two elders chatted excitedly all night, maybe I am another good student after my little uncle.

(End of this chapter)