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The story on the table

Release time: 2020-05-15: Source: Chu fan, the third issue in 2019



In a flash, I had entered middle age. Holderlin, a German poet, said, "poetically inhabiting the earth" may be due to the lack of poetic sentiment. I never seem to make a poem of life, but I often forget it to an unknown mathematical problem. From the age of material shortage, our generation has looked forward to being able to live comfortably and comfortably.

I seldom sit down to record past events, so occasionally recollection is also a very interesting thing, which usually makes the past hardships sweet. I grew up in a city and grew much less tired than the children in the countryside. The deepest impression on childhood is greedy and hungry. That hunger is really "good teeth, good appetite, eat well," I can eat a meal of six, orange can eat a basket, dried fish and fried sausages, hungry for me is also delicious food. Not to mention cooked food and occasional snacks, golden potato chips with green onion soup, and now I can smell its nose. In particular, there were five cents of the stalls on the roadside stalls, black stinky tofu, yellow pickled mustard tuber and red hot pepper. Occasionally, my little friend and I saved up a little change and agreed to go with them. The boss sandwiched the crispy, crisp, crisp tofu that had just been fried and sprinkle with chili juice, and the little partners were chill and chill. They chatted by the side of the cold water. They felt as if they were having a big seafood dinner today.

This year is the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. My parents are older than the new China. Therefore, every meal time when they are young is also the time for them to remember our misery and sweet thoughts. His father was older, and he had gone through the war of aggression against China when he was young. He had witnessed his relatives being stabbed to death by Japanese soldiers, and his hatred for invaders had gone deep into bone marrow. In the summer, he told me the white sand beer and several peanuts. He told me his childhood story: "my father was a tailor in Changsha in 30s. After working for over ten years, it was hard to accumulate thirty pieces of ocean and invest in a friend's clothing factory. I thought I would not worry about money after reading. Who knows, he worked too hard to make himself sick. He went to the age of thirty, and that garment factory burned down when the Kuomintang burned Changsha in that year. Father lowered his head and his eyes were silent. He seemed to be back in his days when he was young. After his father's younger brother died, his mother left. As a top student, he had to leave his beloved primary school and bear the burden of his family to help sell cloth at home. When he was ten years old, he joined the uncle in weaving more than 100 Jin of homespun cloth with a cart to Changsha for more than 100 miles to get money. Uncle would reward him with a string of oily tofu, which may be the reason why he still likes bean products.

When I was a child, besides my father's childhood story, there were still a few dishes with limited quantity and variety. At that time, buying rice oil had to rely on tickets, and the wages were low, so parents had to calculate carefully, they could not do more dishes, and oil could not be put more, so there would not be any leftovers in general. When I was in primary school, I was so fond of sports that I had so much appetite and I ate so much that my mother often knocked on her hands with chopsticks, saying that I would not eat a vegetable any more.

For decades, I have become a parent. Now, there are many kinds of meat, eggs, fish and seafood on the dining table. What we talk to children most is interesting things in life. The most important thing is how to make children eat more and eat better. Time flies, time flies, and social progress is constantly changing our lives, and the vicissitudes of our lives are like changes in our table, from food to food, from food to life, from memories of hardships to the prospect of happy life. Two generations of different experiences are like the growth of 70 years of hardships and hardships in China, from green to mature, from poor to weak. Towards prosperity and civilization.

Author: Mao Hua 　　　　　 Editor in chief: Dai Jun
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