A plate of what, a bowl of what soothes me.

There is no time to worry about eating fireworks.

A book, what, what moved me.

What songs, what movies, what shocked me.

This earthly firework is too extravagant.

I am so happy that I feel guilty.

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When I was a child, my family was poor and I had no money to buy food outside. During the nine years from elementary school to junior high school, I ate at home almost every day. At that time, my parents worked in other places most of the year, and my grandfather took the responsibility of taking care of us. At that time, the food was relatively simple, and the cooking pot was the ground pot for firewood. Breakfast and dinner are usually steamed bread, batter and stir-fried dishes, usually potatoes, white radish or Chinese cabbage. Lunch is generally based on rolling noodles. I only eat meat occasionally to improve my holiday life.

At that time, the countryside was simple, the food was simple, and children were never picky about food. When they are hungry, they can only pick up a steamed bread and stutter. Whenever eating, several families get together and sit on the ground with bowls in their hands. You eat mine and I eat yours, laughing while eating.

On some special days, grandpa will try his best to cook us some delicious food, so that we can eat more and grow up. For example, just after last spring, grandpa would use thick batter, put some vegetables in it and fry steamed buns for me. You will also use softer noodles, put spices and eat steamed bread; In summer, when all your vegetables are ripe, you can slice the eggplant and fry it for us. Grandpa will also fry the fish we caught for us to eat; Vegetables are more expensive in winter. Grandpa will cut the radish into strips in advance and eat pickles after drying. Occasionally, they will give us fried meatballs and fried dough sticks for us to eat. At that time, oil was more expensive, so I seldom ate fried things. Sometimes I feel particularly delicious, and I always eat more than usual.

Every time my parents come back from other places, they always give our family a better life, either shredded pork noodles, jiaozi or stew with meat in it. It is such a meal that looks ordinary now, but it was so luxurious and delicious at that time.

The whole childhood memories are basically spent eating at home, and the meals that I often ate as a child are only considered as commonplace, and there are not many other feelings. I don't even think these meals will become the "happiness with me" and "happiness around me" I envy in the future.

It is true that when happiness is around, we don't know how to cherish it. Once lost, it's hard to get it back. And the happiness around us is often the most easily overlooked.

From high school to college, they all live in other places and eat at school most of the year. After work, the place where I work has been far away from home, and I seldom go home for dinner. Even the number of times I go home a year is very limited, let alone eat a few meals cooked by my family.

After work, we eat out almost three meals a day and seldom cook at home. Even if you cook at home, you just have to cope with your stomach. Cooking at home on weekends, even if you put your heart into it, can't taste the dishes cooked by your family in those days anyway. It is for this reason that we miss the meals our family cooked for us when we were young.

As we get older, we can't help ourselves at work. For most of the year, our situation has become: the real home has become a distant place, and the once distant place has become the present home. We still seldom go home for dinner, so we miss the meals cooked by our relatives more and more.

During this time, I worked in Tianjin, and my aunt cooked for me every day. The meals every day were the simplest ordinary dishes: porridge, handmade steamed bread and stir-fried dishes for breakfast; Lunch is mutton noodles and leaves, made by my aunt herself; Dinner is still porridge, handmade steamed bread, stir-fry. But this ordinary meal, in my opinion, is much more delicious than the big fish and meat in the restaurant. My aunt often tells me that the most nutritious food is always whole grains, because they are the most grounded.

During these twenty days in Tianjin, I ate the rice cooked by my aunt every day, which not only greatly increased my appetite, but also made me feel good. So I gained a few pounds, and I will continue to work hard towards the goal of getting fat this year. Looking at the delicious food my aunt cooks for me every day, I think if my parents were still here, they would certainly cook me such delicious food every day.

When we go home occasionally on holidays, our relatives will be busy cooking for us and get used to the meals we often eat out. The food cooked at home is more like a clean stream, like a trickle, infiltrating our hearts and nourishing our taste buds. The food at home may not be so rich, but the delicious things you eat are definitely not available in restaurants.

I often wonder why the same meal was not delicious when I was a child, but now it is not only so delicious when I grow up, but also has a sense of happiness in it. Perhaps it is because we have experienced too many human vicissitudes that we feel the affection contained in that bowl of ordinary food; Perhaps it is the moment when we are usually busy with interpersonal communication and lose too much company; Perhaps it was through the ups and downs of the world that I suddenly realized that the world is just a gourd ladle to eat and drink; Maybe it's gratitude for life after all the hardships. And I think among these many reasons, there must be one because of family. It is because of our family that we cherish and feel the food and happiness around us more and more.

And this kind of food is the most authentic and beautiful human fireworks; This kind of happiness can only be tasted after you have worked hard.

Cherish this most beautiful human fireworks, this situation, this moment.