[Mid -Autumn Festival Special] Ren Yin Mid -Autumn Festival ‖ Yang Yan

Ren Yin Mid -Autumn Festival

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This year's Mid -Autumn Festival is different from previous years. Get up early and go out to buy food with the entry and exit card, and choose the supermarket closest to the community to quickly buy home. The city was suspended, and the streets of the car are empty, quiet and deserted, and the hustle and bustle of the city lacked a little bit of fireworks and less festivals.

Due to the epidemic, the family could not reunite, each home, seeing the screen, the moonlight is reunited, and the moon is good for the full moon. After lunch, go downstairs and lined up for nucleic acid. The medical staff and volunteers still adhere to their posts, thank their selfless dedication, and escort our health. In front of the virus, they came forward, fearless retrograde, which made us feel that life is still orderly, and we can live with peace of mind. The only thing we can do is to cooperate with the prevention and control work. Essence

Whenever I think about my parents, I miss the parents far away in heaven, and I miss the little rake made by my mother. When my mother is alive, I soak the new glutinous rice the night before the Mid -Autumn Festival. In the morning of the Mid -Autumn Festival, we are still sleeping in the morning, and the mother gets up and busy. The mother steamed the washed glutinous rice cage, and then put it in the pot tank and rubbed it with the reed rods up, down, left and right. The glutinous rice that is hugged tightly and embraced each other until it was fully integrated, and the intimacy was sticky together to form a group. The fragrance of the reed rod and the glutinous rice fragrance synthesized another kind of food: a rake.

When I was young, the Mid -Autumn Festival was the happiest time. Listening to the rhythmic sound of the rake rhythm, I opened my eyes to see the mother's busy figure, and I smelled the full -fledgine rice glutinous fragrance. I couldn't wait to taste it first. The mother divided the rakes that were scattered into a small group into small pieces, wrapped with fried soybeans on the plate in turn, and then dipped in white sugar sesame seeds when eating. The taste seems to be the taste of happiness, the taste of the mother, and the taste of the family.

The beautiful Mid -Autumn Festival starts from the morning, until the moon to eat moon cakes in the evening, and the family is gossip, gossip, family, and their joy.

In the future, every Mid -Autumn Festival, I always miss the little rake made by my mother, and I miss the luminous years with mothers. The wind was clear and the autumn was slightly moved, and the clouds were full of clouds. When you want to recall the old when you give your family books, dreams do not sleep in his hometown.

The bottle is shallow, the chief of the brocade. There is a lot of love. No matter how far goes, the taste of the mother is always a happy taste in memory.

My mother's taste is the most memorable. It makes my soul dreaming, flowing in the years, and accompanied me to spend the autumn and autumn!

Source: Sichuan Provincial Local House Work Office

Author: Yang Yan (Member of Yibin Writers Association, published a collection of prose "Quiet Listening Flowers")

Picture: Fang Zhi Sichuan

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