Recently, you always hold that photo in your hand for a long time. The young lovers in the photo wrote their smiles on their faces. The woman in the photo seems to be somewhat similar to you. What about him? And that man? He is watching you now. Why did you get to know each other again? Memories brought you into that autumn, and the weather was slightly cool. You walked alone, and happened to meet him here in the path. Everything started from this. At that time, you said: love is just at the right time. Now, you can’t walk, even when you walk, you are swinging from side to side. Afraid of your falling down, he stretched out his hands to set you up quietly, but his hands have lost the strength of those years, I can’t hold you up any more and dance with each other all over the sky. I can only hold you up and walk slowly on this silent Road. The wind is blowing, and it is the east wind. In the sky, it is like a cloud passing by. Under the sun, it turns out that you are getting old slowly, just like that photo, everything will be deposited and buried deeply by memory, you used to be young, but now you can help each other. (Original: feichao) Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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When I came back from shopping on the street, I met a woman selling wine and mash at the gate of the community. I stopped the car and planned to buy some. My wife had said for a long time that the wine mash sold by these mothers-in-law was brewed from their own pure grains without adding any preservative or pigment. Although the color seemed to be worse, it was not as beautiful as that sold in the supermarket, but I feel relieved to eat, and the flavor is more intense. At first glance, there was only the last lump left. My mother-in-law probably wanted to sell it at once in order not to leave any more. It was difficult to deal with it. She told me that she had bought all of them, which was cheaper. It’s not cheap, and it doesn’t matter. It’s not easy for an old woman who is over sixty years old to get these things apart. I nodded and said, “I’ll buy all of them. When my grandmother helped me pack wine and mash, she praised I am a frank person. I told my mother-in-law that she was very good at making these wine mash when she was there. My mother-in-law probably didn’t hear clearly. She asked, is mother still alive? I said, more than ten years after her death, my mother-in-law sighed that she was old and could not stay even if she wanted to stay. She would leave one after another. In a word, it makes me feel uncomfortable. When I got home, I was still thinking about my mother-in-law’s words. I wondered why I said this sentence at that time. Was it because I saw an old figure and thought of my mother unconsciously, it was the distiller’s grains in that basin that reminded me of the scene when my mother was still alive, dealing with these things, and suddenly remembered the smell left by my mother? I can’t say it clearly, and I don’t want to say it clearly. Anyway, the past time and related fragments are very clear in my mind. A mountain village, a family in a mountain village, at this time, many flavors including the tea and rice dishes gradually appeared, and the plots were also continuous, flashing in my mind. Making glutinous rice wine in lunar December is my mother’s specialty. Usually, in the new year, my mother would ask for these rare things. Don’t underestimate these crafts. They are not as simple as ordinary people think. How many meters, how much water, how much wine yeast to use, who made the wine yeast, all have particular attention and experience, if not to find enough experience, made glutinous rice wine, there would be no strong fragrance and sweetness. Naturally, the whole family could not enjoy the pleasure and long taste of guyifen. In this year, naturally there would be a little less flavor. My mother was extremely unwilling to see such a scene, so when making glutinous rice wine every year, she was careful and patient, and didn’t allow any mistakes to appear. The glutinous rice used for wine is sieved twice, and the rice grains mixed in the middle are also picked out, soaked in the well water for a day and night, and then steamed in a steamer. After steaming, it is spread out in the bamboo plaque to get cold, then mix the wine yeast, mix it well carefully, put it on the basin, it is best to use the wooden basin with fir hoop, cover it, nest in the cotton wool, and slowly brew in the cellar. How many wine yeast to mix is very important. If there is less, the wine mash will not form, which will waste food in vain. If there is more, the taste is too heavy, but less, it is much sweet, which will not please children’s joy. Every time, my mother was always in the heart, and she seemed to know clearly how many wine songs she needed. What’s more, those wine songs sold by vendors in villages and villages were strong and inferior, all of them are clear and easy to use. If you don’t know these, how to make this glutinous rice wine! No matter how cold it was in lunar December, there was a mother’s servant, which was two or three days faster and five or six days longer. The fragrance of glutinous rice wine came out, teasing the greedy insects in the bottom of my heart, while my mother didn’t notice, I want to uncover the cotton wool to find out. My mother was sharp-eyed and drank lightly, stretching out the cat’s claws, so she had to shrink back reluctantly. When the room was full of strong wine fragrance, mother would unpack the cotton wool and open the wooden basin. At this time, the overflowing wine fragrance could not be simply described by the word intoxicating. This cola is broken, we greedy children, hurry up to find a bowl, take a spoon, and taste it as soon as possible. Mother laughed while scolding, look at your achievements, haven’t you eaten? It is a common saying in the countryside that you don’t want to be dull when you give birth to a child, and you don’t want to be sour when you make wine. In slang and village sayings, there is the sustenance of villagers. No matter how many children and children are born, they always hope to grow up normally and grow up first before they become good; No matter how much wine they make, they also hope to be sweet and fragrant wine mash. If not, that makes people depressed. The wine is made in lunar December days, which is prepared for the new year. If you can’t make wine with a good bowl of rice, isn’t it very annoying in your heart? Besides, the villagers pay more or less attention to a good omen. The glutinous rice wine made a mess during the Spring Festival, didn’t it add to the joy of the Spring Festival? There were also times when my mother failed. Every time, she couldn’t tell how depressed she was and complained about herself again and again. But once, it was not my mother’s fault, but our little brothers couldn’t wait, the result of misconducts. The winter was extremely cold that year. Adults smashed the ice in the pond at the door with a hammer to break a big hole in the bowl. We skated on the ice all day. It was said to be a skateboard, which was just a small bench. It poured some water on it the day before and was frozen outside the house. There was also a layer of solid ice on the surface. It was moved to the pond and turned over, with all legs upside down, with a man, with a push, you can slide far away. The year is getting closer and closer, and we enjoy it every day. Busy years are the business of father and mother. My mother made glutinous rice wine early. She didn’t expect it to be too cold. The rice in the wooden basin couldn’t get out the wine flavor for a long time, so my mother put the wooden basin in the steamer on the stove, cover it tightly with a quilt. Before going to bed every night, a handful of thatched fire will be burnt to raise the temperature in the steamer. This method was really effective. After two days, the aroma of wine came out and spread out through the thick quilt. Seeing our impatient look, mother warned that it would take two days before the wine fragrance came out. I couldn’t wait, carrying my mother behind my back and burning a handful of thatched grass in the oven sugar. The next day, my mother was very surprised that how could the glutinous rice wine in the pot smell so fast, so she quickly loosened the quilt to check that the wine was finished, unlike the previous sweet fragrance, the fragrant smell is sour. Mother changed color, long a no make a noise. In my mother’s heart, she paid great attention to the sign. The wine mash in the basin became like this, which made her very unhappy. We dared not admit it. We were afraid that our mother would be furious and smoke our skin. We looked at her when she was not willing to eat. We wanted to confess for several times. When the words came to our lips, we swallowed them again. We were just afraid that father would be angry, beat US. When talking about this many years later, my mother said that she knew it was the good thing we did at that time, because from the firewood Ash, she had expected that we set a fire, and the reason why it was not exposed was that, I am afraid that my father will teach us a lesson. I don’t want to make the old and the young unhappy by the Spring Festival. But a pot of sour rice wine made her unhappy that year. She was afraid of something unpleasant to happen in the next year. Fortunately, throughout the year, although the family had a headache, nothing else went wrong, otherwise, it was really our fault. These plots and clips seem to be forgotten at ordinary times, and have never been remembered at all. I am afraid that I would not have thought of it if I hadn’t met a woman who sold wine mash and smelt the familiar flavor of glutinous rice wine. Once I remembered it, the gate of memory opened, and all kinds of smells deposited deep in my heart appeared leisurely. It seemed that when I was young again, it was the child jumping in front of my mother again, the familiar smell from my mother surrounded me and made me unhappy and uncomfortable.

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In the tomb-sweeping day, it was raining heavily, and another year was coming. Standing alone in front of your tomb, a bunch of flowers were worshiped. Tears could not help stretching along the corner of your eyes, and thousands of thoughts in your heart turned into one sentence: can you be well in that world? Time went back and went back to the days three years ago. It was also a spring. The apricot flowers in the yard blossomed. You said: Girl, you can eat apricot before long. I looked at the heavy flowers on the branch happily, looking forward to the yellow appearance of apricot trees all over the tree. I couldn’t help feeling a little sour on the corners of my mouth. I know that I am your hope. Since you were young, you have taken care of me like taking care of fruit trees and vegetable gardens in the courtyard. When you were 8 years old, you asked me to study hard, you always ask me to get up on time at 7 o’clock every morning. In order to urge me to get up early, you always advance 10 minutes in advance of the exact time. When I grasp this rule, I will always reach out a little finger from the bed after you call me girl N, move, and say mischievously: Isn’t this move? For this, you are still not angry, or repeat the alarm that only belongs to me over and over again. And when I came home with the certificate of merit, you would always use a big frame to show it and hang it on the wall. Therefore, I have been trying hard to satisfy your hope. When I was in middle school, I clearly remembered that I had attended more than 1,000 night self-study classes, and you took me over 1,000 times. Every time after school, not far from the school gate, there will always be some familiar coughs. I know that is the signal that you told me that I can go home safely. I came over and pulled you up from the cold stone pier, so, against the backdrop of countless moonlight, two figures, one tall and one short, moved forward slowly. Later, I went to college and was far away from home. I only went home once a semester. I like to sit in front of Grandpa’s booth for repairing shoes at the school gate and listen to the comments of “white-brow warrior” and “seven chivalrous and five righteous” we only in such a scene can I enjoy your spoiled time. The countless thick backs on the way to school on rainy days, the countless figures looking forward to at the door when they came home from school, and the years marked with love went like this. Just when we were full of expectation for apricot to fill the yard, you went there without any omen or enough time for me to miss. You lay in the hospital bed for three days, the three days without opening my eyes are eternal for me. I hold your hand with my hand, and I try to stop your cold steps because of my warmth, but what I waited for was getting weaker and weaker breathing. I remember that day was tomb sweeping day, a day that I will never forget. It has been three years, and the days are long or short. When I tidied up my hair this morning, I found a silver thread, and I am old, too, she was no longer a naughty kid who got into the bed. When I told my daughter the story of my childhood, she would also get into the bed, move her little finger and say don’t rush, I’m moving. I listened and wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t laugh. I missed you. Before the tomb-sweeping day of this year, under my mother’s reminder, I bought you a lot of fruits and snacks that you had never eaten before according to the custom of my hometown, the one who loves me most and my beloved grandfather, I don’t know if you can be well in that world? Is there an apricot tree in your home at this time? Is it already full of apricot flowers?

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In China, there were Fuxi and Shennong in the original farming myths five thousand years ago; In China, the Alliance of ancestors Yan Emperor and Yellow Emperor opened the world’s Chinese and summer civilization; In China, the King of Qin turned the tide and swept the world into feudal orthodoxy; In China, the flourishing age of Zhenguan and Kaiyuan wrote the magnificent song of Tang Dynasty! /China, our disputes in the Spring and Autumn period and Warring States period have made a hundred schools of thought contend for academic prosperity; China, our developed handicraft industry in Han dynasty, has opened up a world-renowned Silk Road; China, our glorious culture, condensed, extensive and profound poems, songs and Fu; China, our smart descendants of China, invented and promoted the four great inventions of the world; China, from the Spring and Autumn period and Warring States Period to the Emperor of Qin and Han Wu, that was a revolution of the times, heroes multiply and dominate the wind and cloud of my era;

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