Human fireworks

The school will have dinner, and the compatriots will do it themselves. The faculty and restaurant is the big kitchen of the school. Because of the poor cooking, I basically don’t go in except the dining time.

Today, I want to see what can help. I walked through the corridor to the kitchen. When I stepped into the threshold, I was suddenly moved by the fragrant scene in front of my eyes. For a few seconds, I was stupidly standing at the door.

Inside the door, the farmhouse's unique dim and large kitchen, the dark black roof hangs a pale light, exudes a soft and warm light. In front of the high stove, the familiar colleague was leaning on the stove and flipping the spoon with skillfulness. I was stunned at that moment: the large and indistinct color stove, the dark black iron pot With the rhythm of the big spoon, the hot air in the pot, the figure wrapped around the red and white plaid shirt and light blue jeans, was slightly thin. At this time, I was focusing on the colleague who was often in the pot, and I knew that it was already in the middle of no doubt, but because of the intoxication that was born in the fireworks of the human world, the outline of his distinction seemed to be extraordinarily young.

I looked at him from afar, and dared not approach, lest I disturbed the beauty, the beauty that could not be said, and I would not want to break it. In the meantime, the kitchen has been filled with fragrant incense, the scent hovering on the beam of the kitchen, floating in front of my eyes, pacing at the corner of the corridor, at this time all condensed into a faint sorrow. Into the heart and spleen is the smell of those who are awakened after a thousand years of sleep, belonging to the distant mountains. In the moment when I made my life warm, I found a feeling of heart and soul. It was a little emotion that I didn't know what language to use and what words to describe.

Deep in the depths of the vast mountains, the memories of the smoke are instantly clear: in the wide and flat tile houses at the foot of the mountain, there is a hardworking and simple miner, because the couple’s early and late return, his family’s bean sprouts Shantou took his younger brother and became a child of Dashan. In the spring, he picked the rhododendrons and searched for raspberries. In the summer, he touched the shrimps along the mountains and drilled the caves. In the autumn, he collected the chestnuts and kiwifruits in the mountains. In the winter, he would take bamboo. The ice on the leaf is put into the mouth without any scruples... No matter how much you play, how happy you are, as long as you know that Dad will go home, this girl will surely leave those little tail-like partners to go home. Not because of fear of parental scolding, nor because of fear that parents can't find it. In fact, there is no way to find it, because you have climbed to the top of the mountain even if you spend a lot of time, only to call the foot of the mountain, and the echo can also be drilled. Your ears call you back. This girl just likes to be able to sit on the high stove and cook the sizzling firewood when the father is cooking. This is the only housework in her childhood. When you are making a fire, put a litter of ash and ignite it, then put the stick of wood on one side, and erect the overhead of the girders. The hoe sticking to the stove is like a pile of art. The glyph began to take up, and then changed to the word "wood", then the word "a", "water", "meter", etc., under her engrossed play, the cozy flame quickly baked her face red. However, she enjoyed it, until she smelled the scent of the pot, and then took a large bowl of vegetables out of the pot, and took it with her dirty hand and sent it to her mouth. Her father would let her wash her hands and eat. In the days of the 1970s and 1980s, meat could not be as normal as today, and Shantou only liked to eat meat. The younger brother only liked to eat lean meat. So the only thing in the bowl was that the younger brother had caught the meat and bitten the lean meat. Going back, the hoe is pinched and bitten off the skin and then back, or in a different order, so that in the end, only the fat in the bowl is left. This honest man has never blamed it. Through his children, he always took the rest of the wreckage alone...

These memories with a dull temperature are so gentle and so far away. I was squatting at the door, and my eyes were inexplicably fascinated.

Living in the city for more than 20 years, the season is only the difference between hot and cold, where is the color change? There are fresh fruits and vegetables in the four seasons. Green leaves and flowers have always occupied the residence. There are vehicles running in black and white in the streets. The restaurant is open for business at night. Even if you go to dinner in the middle of the night, there will be no sleepiness in the door. Thank you for coming. I am in such a sky for the house, children, days, rushing through the forever unchanging buildings, walking on the road that will never change, I have long forgotten to look up at the bright sunshine.

At this moment, I miss the wilderness outside the city. The bright seasons, the colorful colors, the lazy time mixed with the white smoke rising from the big iron pot, lingering at the fingertips, The days when the roof spirals up and down...

I suddenly looked forward to another kind of life, like a child, sitting under the stove and burning, and then watching my dad cooking, no, it’s time to look at the person who belongs to me, smell the intoxicating fireworks, slow and slow. Serve, slow to eat, slowly grow wrinkles, and then, the teeth are gone, we will help each other to string together, to see if the chickens and ducks are back. If you receive a call from your son's grandson, you will be happy to close your mouth and put down the phone. You will repeatedly count the past and all kinds of past, and always talk about the stars yawning... This feeling is inadvertently The faint human fireworks are woven, but this secluded heart net, how to collect it? (

First day: winter temperature