When I was a child at my grandmother's house, my grandmother told me many fairy tales. What impressed me the most was a story about food, which is still fresh in my memory.
The story is that a long time ago, the daughter-in-law of a rich man's family saw that the family was very rich, and there were all kinds of gold, silver and jewelry that could not be used up. Instead, I cook a lot of meals every day and pour them into the swill tank. Over time, she was sued by the kitchen god to the jade emperor. The jade emperor was very surprised, so he ordered the heavenly soldiers to come down to the rich man's house at three o'clock the next day. If the situation is true, he must go to hell to pay the price. The kind Guanyin Bodhisattva heard the news and wanted to give the family a chance to turn over a new leaf. That night, she had a dream for the rich man's daughter-in-law, asking her to scoop out the food poured in the swill jar and eat it clean, otherwise she and her family would be in born to die. Daughter-in-law woke up in the middle of the night and clearly remembered the expression and words of Guanyin Bodhisattva when she woke up. Remembering her extravagant behavior in ordinary life, she immediately got up and fished out all the food in the swill tank, washed it repeatedly with clear water, then dried it in a pot and fried it in oil overnight for the whole family to eat.
At three o'clock noon the next day, the sunny weather suddenly became stormy, with lightning and thunder. Suddenly, three deafening thunder and lightning exploded on the roof of the house. Mountain soldiers came to her kitchen, fished in the sewage tank three times in a row, and didn't catch a grain of rice, so they had to report to the Jade Emperor. With this lesson, the family has been thrifty since then, and dare not waste another grain. This is the first "shocking education" that bad food gave me when I was a child.
When I was a child, every day at dinner, my mother always asked me to finish all the dishes in the bowl, not a grain of rice left. Mom said that if there are rice grains in the bowl when eating, over time, the child's face will grow pockmarked and become ugly. Although I was hazy at that time, I didn't understand my mother's words, and I didn't know what pockmarked faces and ugly faces looked like, but looking at my mother's serious expression when she spoke, I knew how terrible the consequences would be if I didn't cherish food. I didn't know until I grew up that this was a story made up by my grandmother and mother in order to cultivate my character of cherishing food from an early age.
At the age of nineteen, I received another profound education about cherishing food. I wrote a novel that year and felt good about myself, so I was anxious to visit an old writer. At that time, he was about fifty years old, and he was very warm and kind to literary lovers like me. After reading my exercise, he put forward a very pertinent suggestion and asked me to modify it according to his suggestion. Before you know it, it is time for lunch. He went to the canteen and bought me a fried meat with rice and onions. But that's four or two servings of rice, plus vegetables. I couldn't finish half of it, and I was a little embarrassed to say, "teacher, I can't finish it." Where is the rest of the food? " What I still can't forget is that the teacher asked me to put it there first. After a while, the teacher picked up the leftover food and ate it, saying, "How can such good food be thrown away?" As the saying goes, wasting food is a crime. You young people! "I suddenly remembered the story my grandmother told me when I was a child and what my mother said. In the face of the teacher's calm movements and words, I was surprised and ashamed, and at that time I was speechless.
It was my parents and teachers who taught me in their different ways of education, which made me pay deep respect to food and hard-working farmers in my life. I also sincerely hope that my friends and children born in such a rich age can inherit and carry forward this fine quality and put it into action, instead of just reciting "weeding at noon, sweat dripping down the soil." Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? ".
With the frequent human activities and the destruction of the environment, natural disasters have occurred frequently in recent years, and food has increasingly become a major problem threatening human survival. Not long ago, it was shocking that thousands of people in some African countries died because of lack of food. For a country with a population of more than one billion, the food problem is the most important. In some places, for immediate economic benefits, a large number of fertile land and cultivated land are used to build high-rise buildings and factories, forming a development trend that cities surround rural areas. The green wheat fields in the past have now become apple orchards, vineyards and even high-rise buildings that make money quickly! Faced with such a realistic situation, I feel inexplicably heavy and sad.
Maybe I always think about such things during the day. That night, I had a dream: the north was dry and the south was flooded. Hungry people ran to the apple orchards upstairs and downstairs, but they couldn't buy edible steamed bread and rice with bundles of money. I woke up in a cold sweat. I hope this will always be just a dream!
The Story of Food II
Last night, I watched the red TV series General Chen Geng to commemorate the Long March, and there was a story about food in the middle. When the Red Army crossed the grassland on the Long March, it was short of food. Orphans are a Red Army that has not been officially recognized. This is because he is too young. However, it is such a small red army that when crossing the grass, it gives its meager food to the sick and wounded and to the soldiers carrying stretchers. His dry food bag has been bulging, and he often "steals" his mouth behind everyone's back. The boss also criticized him for this, saying that his consciousness was not high.
It was not until nine and a half pounds starved to death on the grass that everyone found that his dry food bag contained a cow bone covered with tooth marks. When I can't stand the hunger, I often take two bites on the cow bones behind everyone's back to satisfy my hunger. At that particular historical stage, a grain of grain could save a soldier's life, leaving the hope of life to others. The story of this little soldier deeply shocked me.