Is Chinese New Year.
Where is good, we face the map of a daze, until the 27-year vacation that day, finally decided to Shandong. Followed by dinner in the year 28 decided to return to Shanghai the next day, an early set out.
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* North * home * dumplings *
January 31, 2003, annual 29, sunny.
10:20 am to Jinan, Guangzhou, the aircraft, the basic time. To Jinan 12:30.
Off the plane, not too cold, and some refreshing. Along the way look at the deep black dry branches, the vast brown land and blue and the horizon, pensive. The northern winter is bleak, and cold, and there is adequate nutrition to cultivate a person, so that he has dogged tenacity of life and character, as well as open-minded mind, I still enjoy four distinct seasons.
Civil Aviation shuttle directly to the north road to the coach station, ready to look for cars.
The door of the taxi driver asked where to go, I said: Jining. He went on to say: no car. 300 yuan, and I will help you to find two people. I said laughingly: no money. Into the ticket office, is really no car, ask that they have to themselves to look for, and found it to buy a ticket.
Turn a couple of laps, no.
Are not willing to ask of a site where the service personnel, saying that to go across the road, let's see it.
Finally the remote parking lots to see characters on an Iveco: Jining. Heart ecstasy. Flew tickets, happily put themselves into the car. Driver's mood, like us: to go home early New Year. Bolted all the way, and constantly urging people to get off the road prepared in advance, Xunji switch the door, anxious to save every second of time.
To the Jining bus and gave her the car and objectives: at home.
Along the way,
There are packing the booth;
And scarce and hurried footsteps of people;
There are fresh and the memory of the streets and houses;
As well as the sun, like a salted egg yolk hanging in trees;
At night, in the quiet season,
New Year's Eve.
There for five years back, I would like to give parents a surprise, has not told them a feeling of apprehension of the excitement, in accordance with memories of ringing the door, rapid heart beat, the door opened, but it is not. Turned to another unit, a door, knocked softly, no sound, heavier.
Is the path bar.
Ah? Gosh, how would I know?
Open the door, I met with great joy, the original Lao Jie leaked confidential.
Parents are in the dumplings, my favorite pig meat chives. Father catch skin, his mother contracted out one by one with a pretty lace dumplings,
They would not let my hands, I would also like as a child helped gracefully. Soon be able to eat, although there is no sound of firecrackers, but a table full of food, although light, it has a warm. Drinking red wine, eating cold with lettuce, as well as fish and celery Chaorou Si, are my favorite & Deli. Came, dumplings, bite, Meat suddenly filled the air. Efforts to eat, the number of edges a bit, the total amount is
33, I like numbers. Finally soup, the father said: The original soup of the original food.
In fact, the dumplings at home called Bian Shi. Two years ago, when amazed to Fujian, the discovery should be so called, is now also made in Guangzhou, Fujian Shaxian snacks, the most famous is the Bian Shi. I also think that eating incense, but mostly a good soup, a single theory Bianshi, I insist that the home good, solid bite and eat free from anxiety.
Chatting after dinner watching TV, no good or bad depends too much notice of the Spring Festival evening party and suddenly heard a loud noise, and pasted on the window you can see the sky in the southwest of brilliant colors and flying smoke. Dad said to be at the gym there, put all the clothes out to see.
Fireworks in the sky in full bloom, with a beautiful heart, burning and release.
Only a night, feel more and more cold.
Nearly 12 points, suddenly the sound of fireworks outside the window one after another, and more and more intense, shocked, echoing, the impact of the eardrum directly to mind.
They arrived in the new year, I have to sleep in a calm happiness inside.
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* Home one day *
February 1, 2003, New Year's Day, sunny.
Morning sleep very heavy, trance-like sound to your liking the New Year came and went, together, they are at noon of the. Mother a bit steamed pasta special: steamed bread,
Dousha Bao, date roll, let me Jie Chan.
After eating getting ready to teach you a stretching, or lie down bar. The results of this lying is three hours, 12:00 to 3 points, lazy afternoon nap makes for total relaxation.
Until the mother hurried out to look at the ticket before riding a bicycle to go out. The memory is not bad on the road, and soon arrived, there is no suitable time. The next day decided to buy a ticket directly to the station.
Then all the way teach you, first of all see the side of the road甏rice and dried meat Liang Pi, stop the bike, to sit down and enjoy the taste. The former considered the specialty of home, is still in high school when Kejian Cao will be sneaking out to eat a bowl of cooked rice, called a number of volumes fried seaweed, pork, spiced corned egg or something, bone soup poured into some of the rice, the incomparable scent . Now I can eat very proud to go home with the parents said, they are also accidents: We are?
On the streets many people, very lively, and sometimes the car also can not ride, only to push down. Street filled with all sorts of stalls, mostly to eat, and play. Walking to see edge, bought some steaming Tangchaolizi and attractive heart Loeb.
Did not expect a statue of Chairman Mao is still in front of Exhibition Hall, next to the more than a small square, filled with people, already do not see is the square of. Put a row of roadside shooting (balloon) in place, excitement washed over a number of shots is not easy to control, sight inaccurate
Bitterly of the hands-off, turned around to eat a bowl of warm tofu brain also ease of mind.
Taebaek floor soon see, here is the most prosperous place, can be said to rub elbows with each of the. A money to buy a cotton candy in his hand swinging to play, think of a few years ago the scene here and felt the passage of time. Able to go find a tree big locust tree, and the original because the expansion of the middle of the road, and no wonder did not see yesterday. It was the Tang Dynasty trees old trees, lush foliage because the age-old who had been regarded as a god, a tree covered with red cloth pray. Only now in winter, looking at some and fall, do not know if still alive.
Mom did come back at night to keep my house cuisine: grass carp wipe pot pie. Prickly grass carp, but taste delicious, using soup stew after the oil to spread into a good face rub a little thin cakes around the pot, fish cake is also good cooked, and then the side of the fish side of the Chi Bing, fish-flavored dip In the cake, since there is no fermentation face do bite them resilient, tough, texture and taste to achieve a perfect unity. This is my home, one of the excellent dishes,
There are meat, eggplant, and candied yams choke, etc. Unfortunately, this time without food to.
20:30, to Internet cafes, play games.
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* Home * father *
February 2, 2003, Tuesday, the weather was fine.
Mom heard the voice of the morning knock on the door, reminders to get up, stopped for children to climb up, look at Table: 11 points passed. Lunch time, continue to eat bread, Dousha Bao and so on. Drank a glass of red wine. Is very full, thought out the afternoon Guangyi Xia, and did not return for many years, how should the original places frequented find out more memory, such as schools, shopping around yesterday when the school was surprised to see that we stand in the gate a completely different place, and I want to figure out; there are temples and Taibai floor tower.
Fatigue in the digestion time stomach hit up, the storm, lazy kind of hardship. Can not help but enjoy the curtain finally lay down on the bed after a mild sun.
This perception has to 4:00, this is the father told me: get out of bed, ready to go! I say no anxious car can not catch up anyway, and certainly Yaoda cars go Seems weird and empty a while, went to dinner time.
According to my hometown to say: leave the surface of the dumplings settled. The evening is the dumplings, and ate 23. If another glass of red wine. Simply pick up a bit, my father and I are talking again, and then send me out.
Every time I said do not send, but not always assured my father, or that he is completely out of love to me as a child. With the mother said goodbye, and his father come out the way without words. Not far stopped in a car, asked the price, and then stopped a price that fit, the father said that on the bus bar on the bus bar.
Sitting in the car, the driver opened the headlights, ready to leave. Then his father went around to front of the car, bent down, in the car could be heard him reading the license plate number: Lu H, 013,,, the driver laughed, good laugh, I laughed, his father was a serious person, he afraid something happens. We all laughed at him too closely in.
Car starting, and his father's face from the window side glide, I tried to turn and ran to see it. Night a bit quiet, pedestrian scarce, lights dim, and feel the biting cold outside. Looked outside, a little numb, do not know are thinking and suddenly felt a sour nose, eyes slide down to tears. Under the father's eyes just light bending moment and set-piece, where are all the time with eyes closed, eyes open, it is difficult to shake off my heart not stop waves to sob, and finally forcibly switched, quiet again.
In Yanzhou bought tickets, went to a small restaurant near the kill time, to a bowl of Shan County Sheep Soup, tasted one, did not taste right and then move on aside. I miss the winter fragrance of the Sheep Soup, but because festivals, those who shop failed to open, the pity.
Exalted train small, make up the sleeper. Looked out the window sat a while passing the night, some only on the turbulent state of mind to follow went to bed.
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Author: luzi8088
