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The taste of acacia rice
Text: Qingshuitang Experimental School, Wang Zixuan.
This year's acacia flowers are blooming again, so fragrant, so white, my grandmother will definitely make me acacia rice again. Looking at the locust tree, I felt as if I had opened the box of memories, and the sweet and sour memories in my mind gradually became clearer and ......
When I was a child, I loved acacia rice the most. Whenever the acacia flowers bloom, my grandmother will also make a bowl of acacia rice according to the season.
The wind blew slightly through the locust tree in the courtyard, looking from the house, the looming figure shuttled through the tree, don't think about it, this is grandma, I rushed over: "Grandma, you can be careful!" Why do you have to go to the innermost part of the tree every time to pick flowers? "Because the flowers inside are the most complete and the sweetest. Grandma's silver threads flew in the air, and the corners of her eyes wrinkled with smiles. After speaking, my grandmother handed over the basket, and the acacia flowers in the basket were snow-white, and the stamens were golden, as if they were flowing with honey. Each flower has dewdrops the size of beans, and the fragrance also penetrates into the nostrils, which is refreshing.
When I came to the kitchen, my grandmother skillfully cut the locust flowers into strips with a knife, covered them with rice, and put them in a steamer. Don't think that "high-end" ingredients only need to be cooked simply, and the most difficult thing is to grasp the heat: the firewood must be burned until "eight minutes", and the faint fragrance wafts in the cage. My grandmother said it was "the smell of fireworks", and if you use a rice cooker, the rice will also lose its soul. While it is hot, the grandparents and grandchildren have a bowl for each person, the crystal rice is covered with golden nectar, and the snow-white petals are wrapped in soft rice, fragrant, sweet, glutinous, and the lips and teeth are fragrant, as if people are in the sea of acacia flowers. My grandmother and I looked at the rice on each other's lips and laughed.
When I grew up, I always felt that Huaihuafan was missing something, it was boring, and I became more and more estranged from my grandmother, and I always felt that she didn't understand me well enough. When I came to school in other places, I looked at the bags of acacia flowers that I sent, and I laughed in my heart at my grandmother's stupidity, this thing is unhygienic, who will eat it?! I pretended to take it, but I threw it away secretly, thinking that I was smart, but arrogant devoured me lifelessly.
My grandmother was sick and hospitalized and had to undergo surgery. My mother and I went to visit my grandmother with acacia flowers, and looked up at the moon, which was drenched in fog, like a handkerchief soaked in tears, and could unscrew a string of tears at any time. My grandmother's face was pale, lying on the bed, my eyes were moist, and I only heard my grandmother's faint voice, "It's going to be fine.......""I scooped the acacia rice and fed it to my grandmother one bite at a time, and my grandmother chewed it with difficulty, she seemed to be much older, but I never realized before, why I always cherish it when I lose it. Her locks of white hair grabbed me when I wanted to break free; Her wrinkles kept the ...... of my heart that I wanted to stay away fromFortunately, after the operation, my grandmother has been in ** little by little, and the bowl of acacia rice has also left a strong mark in my memory.
The fragrance of flowers is curling, and the acacia flowers are brilliant. The truth is incomparable, and the acacia flowers keep me in my heart. Life is also like acacia flowers, cherish the present, grasp the opportunity, and not regret it after losing, this is the best solution.
The breeze blowing through the locust flowers brought my thoughts back to my grandmother admiring a locust tree in the courtyard. I looked at my grandmother, maybe soon I will be able to eat acacia rice again, I think this year's will be sweeter than usual.
(Instructor: Xiong Wei).