Reading | Lao Pink Porridge, Bamboo Leaf Tea

It may get up too early. In the early morning of this weekend, my grandmother was lying on the bamboo chair in the yard and fell asleep. I was reading in the yard, and gently covered her blankets. I heard her words: "Lao Zhang, the porridge is cooked on the porridge, don't forget to drink it."

Lao Zhang is my grandfather. At this time, we have left us for nearly two years.

Before his grandfather, he liked the porridge porridge boiled by grandmother. Early in the morning, the water from the water well was washed, and the small yellow rice particles were washed clear; when the porridge cooked with a text fire overflowed, mixed some pouring powder and stir it to make it clear and crystal; at this time, the grandmother would be in the porridge. Sprinkle with peanuts, raisins and fried black sesame seeds, and add some white granulated sugar; in the end, the porridge is made, and the ingredients of all of them have seduced people's appetite and eat a few mouthfuls. The thick and smooth taste is too All right.

Grandpa's teeth were not good, and he fell off in his fifties. In this way, Grandma cooked the porridge for decades until he died in the year.

Every summer, my grandmother will pick back some tender bamboo leaves with dew in the morning, wash it into tea, and drink it in a warm bottle for the grandfather who will get angry. The bamboo -leaf tea is green and green, and the fragrance of a tangy is a lot of toothache.

Eighty or ninety years ago, her grandmother married her grandfather's house, and when she was young, she also suffered a lot. But grandma's heart has always loved his grandfather, and has never changed. Grandma always remembers that the grandfather was good to her in that special era.

After the death of the grandfather, my grandmother was taken home by my parents and lived with them. My father opened a Chinese medicine clinic and was busy all day; my mother also came to my house to help take care of my daughter; in this way, only my grandmother lived in my parents' house alone. She also refused to live in my house and said that she was old and didn't want to bother the children of the intergeneration. One day my mother suddenly received a call from her grandmother. She cried and said she was going back to my home in the countryside.

The mother hurried home. She saw her grandmother sitting on the bed, twitched her chin, and her luggage had already cleaned up. His mother sent her grandmother to her hometown's Sanzhang's house. He bought the air conditioner and was specially installed in the grandmother's bedroom. As soon as my grandmother entered the house, she hurried to the back garden. Just when we wondered "what she wants to do", I saw the grandmother who went straight to the bamboo garden. I chose a few of the tender bamboo leaves, took it back, washed back, washed, and burned a bowl of bamboo leaf tea on the stove. I took a few sips of myself, and the remaining one was put into a pottery tank and staggered towards the field -the grave of the grandfather in the field.

For about half an hour, my grandmother came back and said she would go back with my mother. Sanji asked: The air conditioners were installed, why not stay for a while?

Grandma said, Lao Zhang just told me that your brother -in -law is a doctor, and let me live with her. I have to listen to him.

Older people do not have the oath of Shanmeng, and their love is integrated into the daily fireworks. The nourishment of a bowl of porridge, the care of a cup of tea, with the innocence and indifference of dewdrops.

Grandma came to my parents' house again, so in the early morning of this weekend, I heard my grandmother's words: "Lao Zhang, the porridge is cooked on, don't forget to drink it." "Lao Zhang, there are bamboo leaves here." The sun rose, and the corner of the grandmother's eyes was a bit shiny. She must dream of her grandfather again.

Text: Ziyi, this article is deleted

Source: "Reading", No. 9, 2022

Editor -in -chief: Zhang Chu

School pair: Guo Yanhui Meng Yahe (intern)

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