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—— "村.” Niang "series 22

□ Li Donghong

Every morning when I go back to the village, I was woken up by the cocks in the yard. Last time, too.

After getting up, I went to the village to run, and found that a lot of people who got up early in the corn field, watered, or fertilized, and worked hard.

After running to the ground, I found that the sweet potato leaves in the ground grew up, and the branches lay on the ground, climbing around. Looking at the ground, the sweet potato was small, so I took a handful of sweet potato leaves home to cook. I like sweet potatoes, just like the poet Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, Su Shi once wrote poems to praise sweet potatoes: "Sweet potatoes and purple buds, inserting around the wall around the wall. And putting Youlanchun, Mo Zhengshuang Chrysanthemum Autumn."

In the 1970s, the economy was not very developed, and life was not rich. Sweet potato became the main food food for rural households. Whenever the sweet potato is harvested in the fall, the mother steamed us to eat sweet potatoes every day. Sometimes the sweet potatoes are cut into dried sweet potatoes and boiled. When eating, I always smash the sweet potatoes in the bowl, and dug it with a spoon, sweet.

Sweet potato, also known as "sweet potato", the poet Huang Hua "Yong Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Potato" in the Qing Dynasty said: "How many strange fruits in the world, without nourishing it." It's better to, especially when it is eaten as a meal.

Seeing sweet potatoes, I remembered the scene of burning sweet potatoes in the ground when I was a kid.

It was a autumn weekend morning. A few of our children in Sihong, Hongli, and Si'an went to cut grass. The grass was cut to feed a cow and a sheep raised at home. On the side of a sweet potato field, there are many slightly yellowed grass, and a thin layer of autumn cream falls on it. A few of us were scattered, squatting on the ground, and shovel with a shovel. After a while, the cut grass was full of baskets.

"Let's burn sweet potatoes?"

"middle".

Si Ang's proposal was responded by the friends. As a result, some people digged sweet potatoes, some people picked dry firewood, and some people dig a sweet potato pit.

The sweet potato pits are dug on a dragon in the sweet potato field. After digging, I put a few sweet potato sheds on it, put grass and dry wood in the pits, and then lit with the match. Barbecue with sweet potatoes, and a smoke slowly floated into the air. Several children kept continuing the firewood, sometimes the sweet potatoes on it. Watching the sweet potato slowly cooked, we fell the sweet potatoes in the pit, covered it with the remaining fire, and then covered it with soil. After a while, we drove the soil. We each took the burned sweet potatoes, peeling, and slowly ate.

"Hahahaha", watched the four red brothers who had eaten sweet potatoes. It looked like a beard, and we couldn't help laughing. Laughing, with the autumn wind, fell into the sweet potato field, and also fell on the sweet potato leaves.

It was almost noon, and I returned home. The mother took the basket and asked puzzled: "Child, your mouth is dark?"

"Si Angge has a few burned sweet potatoes." I said.

"You guys, what about you, what about you, what should you do if you burn you?" The mother said while feeding the cattle with the grass I cut. After speaking, holding a wet towel and wiping my mouth.

Later, the mother walked into the kitchen and handed it to me with a bowl of noodles: "Baby, eat quickly, you should write your homework after eating."

Later, when we cut the grass, we burned a few times a few times, but we were afraid that the mother was noisy. Before returning home, I washed the mouth in the water in the north of the village.

A few years ago, a few of our children gathered in the village. In the near future, we talked about the time of that year. There were quite a lot of emotions. Because each side is in one side, this wish has not yet been realized.

Today, the village is still the village, sweet potatoes or sweet potatoes in the village. A few of us are carrying the wind and frost in the sweet potato field.

In life, if everyone still adheres to childhood, how good this world is!

[About the author: Li Donghong, a native of Fugou County, Henan, graduated from the Department of Journalism of Zhengzhou University. He has successively served as editor and reporter of the Henan Daily, deputy director of the news special release department, and deputy director of the new media department. The editor -in -chief of the Henan Legal System. He has published 5 minister novels and prose collection of "Want to Watch Rain", "Anti -Corruption", "I'm a Police", "Question of Life", "52 Letters Written to Mother". Among them, "Question of Life" won the "Five One Engineering Awards" in Henan Province. .

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