[Qinghai Online Network · Prose] Listen to the side of the ear, the story in the rain

After a long time, the weather finally ushered in a dense drizzle.

The rain is walking between the leaves of the locust trees, and it is flowing in the crops that have time to be plump but have been tanned in the future. It is played on the newly built Yellow River embankment. After a long time.

According to the rules of the elders, there must be heavy rain after sultry, so the day when the asphalt pavement was sunny, the rain arrived as scheduled.

Rainy days are a frame of landscape in a hot summer, a dose of regulator. Listening to the window to the window, it has also become a unique pleasure.

When I was young, I like rainy days, and rare parents will have a rare parental rest and a family of reunion. The outside of the old house is the living room, and there is the grandmother's bedroom inside. The fire is always hot in one side. A small mattress fulfills its mission all year round. In the eyes of grandma, the big red flower sheet sheet is vulgar in my eyes. To the top, the curtains are the fabrics with a strong sense of age. The blue cloth is printed with bamboo, but it looks a bit of charm. The exaggerated peony paintings are affixed to the walls. The color is not so bright. This side is the world of grandma. Here she relieves the fatigue of the day, has a good dream at night, thinking about children in the distance, thinking of the dead grandpa ...

On rainy days, grandma's fire pit was burned by the crickets. She took off her shoes and jumped into the puzzle, stretching her waist, listening to the rainwater on the eaves outside the window, watching the vegetable garden's vegetables was washed. Clean, as if the whole world is clear. Several sisters' feet under the mattress were not at ease, playing with each other across the legs of the grandma.

In such rainy days, the standard of lunch is naturally a pot of hot and steaming potato. Qinghai people are captured by the humble potato, both men and women and children. As soon as the adults said that the potato taro, we were here to be interested. Under the temptation of picking up potato in the cellar, the work also became you to fight for me. Not only need to be brave, but also a good technology on the cellar. Such novel things will fall on the sister's head every time, and the rest hangs on the mouth of the cellar with a small basket, curious to move under the cellar.

The wisdom of the ancestors was reflected in the bit by bit in life. As long as it is diligent, there will be one or two cellars in the rural home, because it is the best place to store crops. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, which is convenient and practical. The cellar of the uncle's house seems to be a kaleidoscope, a treasure chest. There are neat potato, carrots, white radish, apples, pear ... vegetables and fruits can be stored. In a lonely winter day, the farmer's cellar is another scene.

On the furnace of the nourishment, a bite of aluminum pot, putting potato, carrots, corn, cover the lid, and wait for the food to be delicious in the water vapor sprayed. Take out the ancient garlic mortar, put the garlic cloves, the uncle held the garlic mortar in his left hand, held the stone in his right hand, and pounded the garlic mud in three times and five divisions. The little pickles marinated by leeks and this little pickles marinated by my crickets run through my tasteless childhood life. Just harvested fresh leeks from the ground wet in dew, smashed bitter almonds, prepared carrots, mixed together, marinated into a unique flavor. The bitter almonds in salted leek are my favorite food. This is the mix of bitter almonds through the flavor. After the precipitation of time, the bitter taste fade away in the jar, fermenting into a fixed partner of potato, salted leeks.

Grandma's taste is light. Pick up a potato, slowly dial the peel, pick a little garlic with chopsticks, pick a little salty leek, put it on the potato, take a bite, chew it carefully, this simple food is the only one in the bitter day sweet. Grandma said while eating, telling the story in the production team, telling the story of the children when she was a child, and also telling the story of Grandpa when she was alive, and occasionally told her childhood story ... the rain outside the window, still dripping. The people in the room talked with laughter.

我的吃法不同于大人们的慢条斯理，细细咀嚼，我通常是把洋芋放在一个碗里，捣成小块儿，放上蒜泥，咸韭菜，还必须要倒上醋，放上一小Spoon chili, stir well before it is fast. If this is winter, with refreshing pickles and pickles, the taste is even more bad.

In the countless rainy days when I grew up, I would think of every rainy day there, not only because of the original pot of noodles in the pouting mouth, but also missed the simple days at that time, missing the young Mom and Dad, uncle, miss the spiritual old lady.

Today's Guide, the rain and rain for a while, I was lying on the sofa in the office, listening to the sound of the rain outside the window, my thoughts turned around, and I read my happy childhood. The loved ones in childhood memories are still with me.

Duan Chengrui is currently working at the Education Bureau of Guide County. I would like to use text as a horse. The work is scattered on platforms such as "Reading in Qinghai". Qinghai Reading Club signed a contract author.

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