Lei Lingling: The story of my "human world" ｜ The story of a grain of peanuts

□ Lei Lingling

I have experienced many unforgettable little things during my life journey, and they will also leave beautiful memories in my heart. Occasionally slow down, calm down, recall the warmth of life in life, it is a grain of peanuts in front of me ...

The days have been traded in the rough tea and light rice, and everyone's perception of peanuts has long been used to it; but in my heart, I will never forget the story of my father's peanut rice.

In the 1970s and 1980s, peanuts unknowingly became an indispensable food at the dining table. My father also loves to eat very much, and he also loves to eat red peanuts.

My father, Readson, was born in an old society with wind and rain. Due to his unfortunate family, his grandfather and milk were in the early days. His father became an orphan who was begging on the streets and begging for a living, and tasted the bitterness of the world. Coupled with the baptism of participating in the war of liberation and the war against the United States and the United States, he deeply understands the hardships of food. Although he later covered the aura of the first -class hero against the United States, he enjoyed the strong treatment of retired cadres, but he had always accompanied his father's life.

Father has a small amount of alcohol, but when he loves, peanut rice has become the best dish for his father. His mother has been with his father to accompany him and take care of him. After a long time, he made a good dish. Every time I get to cook, my mother always takes out a bag of peanuts with shells, peels out a grain of red peanut rice in the plate, and then puts the pot, pour the peanut rice into the oil pan, and fry. The oily flowers splashed out of the time are soasting the mother's grin; when the peanut rice cracks, the pan is put into the plate, sprinkled with fine salt, and stirred well. The dinner table. Coupled with a few dishes to make home cooked dishes, a delicious meal is ready. When I heard my mother eat, several of our sisters ran to the dining table cheerfully. Seeing peanut rice, I reached out and grabbed it, but my elder brother patted my hand and said, "My father hasn't arrived yet, I don't allow it." I raised my mouth unhappy. My father rushed over and pulled my little hand and said, "My baby, let's eat it." The family opened the meal.

The mother poured a small glass of wine for her father, and her father stabbed a little bit. Although the expression of his father's drinking was uncomfortable, his eyes were slightly closed, his teeth grinned, and the expression of his comfortableness when eating peanut rice was very happy and pleasant. The mother looked at a big family and said with a smile, and a smile on her face showed a happy and satisfied smile.

At this time, a grain of peanuts slipped from his father's chopsticks and jumped twice on the small dining table, and it was gone. My father put down his chopsticks and looked down. After looking around, he didn't find it. He stood up and moved his chair to find it. I dismissed it and said, "Dad, don't find it, don't you, don't you just have a peanut rice? I still moved a chair for a long time. "My father sank, and said to us with a long time saying," It is not easy for ordinary people to grow peanuts, and watering and fertilization is very hard. A grain of peanuts is also the result of hard work. We must never waste it. Lose!"

After listening to my father's regret, looking at my father's anxious look, I quickly bent down to find, and found the red peanut rice, quietly hiding under my chair. "Dad, dad, here, here!" I shouted excitedly, my father bent over and picked up, quickly rubbed the red clothes film outside, and put the peanut rice in his mouth. Back at the dinner table, my father paired with wine and a sip of a sip. The smile of happiness and satisfaction always stayed in my memory.

A small peanut rice contains long -lasting energy. Parents' words and tutors not only teach us to live, but also teach us to be diligent and frugal people.

(Author Unit: Shangcai County Women's Federation, Shangcai County, Zhumadian)

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