Wing Nighty Night Talks ｜ Corn sticks lightly fragrant

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Hometown of the sky was floating in the sky of corn ears,

It is engraved with a square seal in my heart.

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Corn fragrance

There are local farmers downstairs in my house. They picked their own vegetables and sipped them on both sides of the road.

There are the most types of summer, spinning, amaranth, winter melon, red diamonds, and corn sticks are all tender like children's faces.

One day I had breakfast, and I put on a bamboo basket and wandered around the vegetable stalls of a dozen vegetable farmers. The vegetable stall is not as lively. The uncle and the aunt cherish me who doesn't seem to be very unhappy, and waves and sip at me.

Only the uncle at the east of the vegetable stall guarded a bunch of corn in front of him, and lowered his head to be quiet.

I walked towards the east, stopped while the uncle's corn pile, and asked the price.

Uncle is better than scratching, I can't understand what I want to express, and turn my head to leave. It was found that corn was particularly fresh and neatly ranked on the ground.

I turned back again, and picked up all the remaining corn on the ground, put it on the scale of the uncle, and made a motion to prepare for payment.

The uncle understood, raised the scales with his left hand, and dialed the scales with his right hand. The scales tilted up little by little. The uncle was full of wrinkles, showing a smile.

The uncle's index finger stacked into "ten", and the right hand was compared to "six". I raised my mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the chest of the uncle. After hearing the phone prompt, I turned around and left.

When I got home, I poured out all corn and washed in the pool. There were fifteen roots, and my heart was a bit sad. Many things had risen, but the uncle was simple and distressing. The corn he sold was still so cheap.

The corn rang in the pot, and the kitchen was scattered in the fragrance of corn, and took me into childhood memories.

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share weal and woe

In order to increase family income when I was young, my mother also planted corn for several years. A few acres of land from sowing to fertilization to harvesting, almost all of them depended on the mother.

Sometimes in order to grab time, my mother lived in not far away for a few days.

In the morning, it was not bright. At noon, in the shade of the ground at noon, the cold cakes prepared by the grandparents were prepared by the grandparents, and the cold water was hungry.

The new corn mother always picks up a little and tender. Divided into a few copies to give you a taste of the neighboring folks.

The rest was brought back in a sack, torn off the skin and put it in a large pot to cook, leaving me as a tea food after school. In the era of material deficiency, a corn brought many happiness and expectations to my childhood.

The ancients said, "Eat in a timely manner." The corn planted by various technologies and the reverse season cannot be compared with childhood corn.

At that time, the corn, grains were naturally gifts, and the grains flowed with the sweetness of the sun and the rain dew, and the mouth was full of love and concern.

My mother often said: "Now lived well, young people don't like to eat, corn raises people for a lifetime, and I can't get a good word when I come."

The corn straw is dried into firewood, corn sticks are sold to the grain station to change money, and the corn is used to grind into powder, which has become a "humble" corn porridge or coarse grain cake.

The mother sighed softly as if she was uneasy for corn, and she also revealed her awe and gratitude to the heavenly creation.

Today, I have maintained the habit of eating corn sticks. The corn porridge, which has been resisting from an early age, has also become a "frequent visitor" on my dining table.

I gradually understand my mother's gratitude and love for corn. She maintains not only the corn that nourishes her for a lifetime, but also the young years that have passed away.

The days are fine, and my hometown has no longer existed with corn land. However, the feelings of the native and hometown of the hometown, the sky with corn ears floating in the hometown, engraved in my heart, and always treasured.

Source: Farmers Daily

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