Spring water and tea, listening to the wind on summer nights
Deep in the fireworks, it’s for my hometown
In the early morning, the light shone slightly, and the bluestone road in Qingxing Lane still had dew from the previous night, making the road surface wet. At this time, there was a slightly faint crimson color reflecting on the horizon.
It’s unclear which house’s smoke rose first, followed by the second and third wisps of smoke. Before long, the entire alley was enveloped in a gentle smoke.
The smoke there is mixed with the fragrance of firewood, the sweet fragrance of new rice being put into the pot, and a little bit of the burnt aroma produced when the oil star seeds are stirred. Yes, this is what Mrs. Li's kitchen is busy with.
Her shop is located deep in the alley. It is not a special place. It is just two tile-roofed houses that are commonly used in daily life. A simple cloth shed is set up at the door.
But even in this humble place, there is always a long queue every morning.
The big pot on the stove was steaming. She had plain hands and looked slender. However, due to her natural supernatural power, she looked particularly strong when kneading the dough.
The dough conformed to her palm, and after several beatings, it turned into wonton skin as thin as cicada wings.
What is placed on the bag is minced meat carefully carved with the back of a knife. You can get it with just a gathering movement of your fingertips. They are shaped like silver ingots. They plopped into the boiling hot water.
When it floats, put it into a bowl, pour a spoonful of bone broth that has been simmered all night, sprinkle a little green onion, and deliver it to the diners in a steaming state.
With that sip, the fresh soup entered the throat, and the whole body felt warm, as if all the hard work that day had settled down.
There are stars above the streets
And leaving this gentle water town, hundreds of miles to the north, is the Stone Village.
The scenery there is completely different.
There was a village in the barren mountain valley, and everything that came into view was filled with gray rocks. In this barren place, Huo Xiuxiu was taking her younger brother to create a new life bit by bit.
She didn't like to use the thatched hut that everyone in the village was accustomed to using. She thought it was dirty, so she resolutely built a brand new one out of stones at the foot of the mountain behind the house, and brought in mountain spring water to wash it at any time.
The people in the village looked surprised and laughed at her behind her back for being poor and fastidious.
She wasn't upset, she just smiled.
As evening approached, she would set up a shelf on the inside of her courtyard. Below the shelf was a red charcoal fire. On the shelf were placed hare caught from the mountains during the day and fish and shrimp brought from the stream.
As she flipped it, she brushed the sauce made with wild honey and mountain pepper on top.
The sizzling sound and the burning smell that spreads with the wind always attract a few greedy children, who pick up the fence and look inside.
When Huo Xiuxiu saw them, she would wave to them and divide them into groups.
As a result, in the mountain village where twilight was gradually closing, the children's laughter full of satisfaction was echoing, and at the same time, Mr. Huo's scolding voice that looked stern but was actually conniving was also echoing.
The moon shines in front of the court, and the world is just right
If this time in the countryside is a painting in a state of flow, then the most touching brushstrokes in this painting are often in the yards of ordinary people.
When the full moon hangs over the willow branches, the yard of Du Qiao's parents' house becomes lively.
Yang Xiyue has a very sweet mouth. While helping her sister Huan'er clean up the molds used in making pastries, she kept chattering about what she saw and heard outside the school during the day.
The firelight above the stove reflected her rosy little face. Sweat dripped down her forehead, but she had no time, no thought, and no desire to wipe it off.
The freshly baked sweet-scented osmanthus cake was soft, glutinous and sweet. Through her stepmother Du Qiaoniang, she cut the sweet-scented osmanthus cake into small pieces and distributed them to the children sitting together.
Occasionally, one or two pieces would be quietly stuffed into the mouth of Du Qiaoniang, who was picking up shoe soles on the porch, causing her to be stunned, and then a gentle smile would appear in her eyes.
Even if Xu Wenrui looked a little rough, after finishing his shift, he took off the public soap clothes he was wearing, and then returned to the small courtyard, he was actually just an ordinary husband.
He would clumsily help his wife chop firewood, and he would clean the place under the old locust tree in the yard so that it could be spread with a mat.
On a summer night, the two of them lay on the mat and looked at the stars in the sky.
His wife would chatter about the girl's mischief during the day and her father's old leg problem, but he would just listen quietly, saying "hmm" from time to time, but he kept shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand, in order to drive away the mosquitoes for her.
The wind blows from the fields, carrying the fragrance of the seedlings, bringing peace to people's hearts.
This is the day in the countryside.
It lacks the earth-shattering legend and all it has is the steady reality of sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, and the warmth and warmth brought by firewood, rice, oil and salt.
The wind in the mountains, the water in the streams, the grass on the field ridges, and the fire in the stove all tell past stories about life and hope in extremely simple words.
Anyone who lives a serious life is like the inconspicuous shepherd's purse flower on the field ridge. Although it is small, it blooms in its own season and adds a soft bright color of its own to this vast world.
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