Childhood

Childhood is a colorful dream. An interesting thing in childhood is like a crystal clear pearl, which is treasured in my memory treasure. Like the lens in the movie, it often appears in my mind. Whenever I think of the scene of the dumplings two years ago, I can't help but laugh.

There is a custom in my hometown, that is, every winter solstice, people will simmer dumplings and eat rice balls. That was a winter solstice when I was eight years old. When my mother glutinous rice noodles, I said to my mother: "Mom, mother, you are ready to prepare the ingredients, and the task of dumpling the dumplings will be handed over to me. I promise to finish. Mission!" I can't wait to urge my mother to get rid of the dumplings. Then I pushed my mother to the living room to watch TV. Then I went back to the kitchen, closed the door, tied the small apron, washed my hands, and enjoyed the fun of the soup. I learned how my mother looked, and I took a few round dumplings. Looking at these round dumplings, I got a chance: Why is the dumplings round? More monotonous! Why don't I let them become cute little animals? So I picked up a small group of dumplings, pinched a pair of long ears, and then grabbed a small group of dumplings, rounded, fitted with eyes, nose, mouth, and then put the ears well. Sticking to the top of the head, a cute bunny appears on my little hand. I admire my masterpiece and set off a song: "White rabbit, white and white, with two ears up." I mimicked the various small animals that I used to play with plasticine, making the dumplings a living creature. There are fat pigs, cute puppies, clever kittens, and little pouts... I can’t help but sing "Little mice, go to the lampstand, steal oil, and don't come."

My mother heard my voice outside and asked, "Are you singing, or is it a dumpling?" I said aloud: "I sing along the dumplings. You don't often say anything about work and rest!" Suddenly my hand When I came across the sugar next to me, I wondered why I didn't wrap a layer of sugar around the dumplings? It will be sweeter and better. Mom is a person who likes to eat sweets. I want my mother to eat in her mouth, sweet in my heart. Yes, just do it!

At this time, my mother came in. She shouted: "How can a round dumpling become your cartoon animal?" She looked at the ground again and shouted: "God! How can sugar run to the ground?" Go up?" "Mom, are you not eating sweets? I am adding sugar to the dumplings! I accidentally dropped the sugar on the ground." "Stupid girl," the mother screamed: "The sugar is added outside the rice balls. In the boiling water, the sugar will dissolve in the water, the soup will become sweet, and the dumplings are not the same!" "Why does the sugar run into the water? Mom, you can stop it if you stop it." I said innocently. "This, you will know it later." Mom still laughed. I muttered my mouth and wondered.

The dumplings of that day were eaten to have a taste, and the taste is endless.