The mountains, rivers, grass and trees in my hometown are memories that I can't give up for a long time. No matter when and where, it is worth remembering for a lifetime.
Urbanization is becoming more and more developed. With the rise of new countryside, many old villages are the targets of transformation. Even if it is not demolished, it will still sway in the wind and rain, leaving only broken walls, which is deserted. In my hometown, only the stone mill can be clearly seen now. It has lost its previous function and been abandoned, which is particularly striking, but it is also particularly sad. Suddenly thought of "last year today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off." People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze. Things are different, a drop in the ocean.
The old house in my memory is a hundred years old. Grandma said that she was in her forties when she got married. The old house is a traditional adobe house. When he was young, he was an old man, and the wind and rain left mottled marks on his face. On the one hand, it collapsed under the erosion of wind and rain, and under the watering of rain, weeds grew wantonly, and it was impossible to identify the whole picture. Only the stone mill in the corner of the original hall may be too heavy, and it has survived without wind and rain. Maybe that's the character. Every time I see that stone mill, I am inevitably upset.
The stone mill in the old house used to be an extremely important grinding tool. It is needed on holidays, and raw materials for pancakes, tofu and Chili sauce are needed. It is all thanks to the grinding of selected corn kernels into powder, soybeans into thick bean dregs and dried peppers into powder.
The stone mill is delicious, but the process is also worth remembering. Every time I use a stone mill, a room full of people get together, with adults pushing the mill, grandma filling it, and aunt assisting. The gurgling white juice flowed out along the mouth and filled a vat at once. I'm panting with fatigue. Even in winter, I sweat.
Filter the bean dregs with a dense handle. Dried bean dregs are not discarded. They can be made into bean curd residue in the shade and made into delicious food with fresh onions. The filtered bean juice can be used to make soybean milk and tofu, and tofu can be made into bean bubbles and tofu milk. The soup of bean curd is used to make steamed eggs, and it tastes special.
Not only our family, but also three old houses of the same clan use this stone mill. Every New Year, the rustling of the stone mill is a moving movement, which lasts day and night.
Later, we also moved into a new house. In the new era, we no longer need a heavy stone mill, but without it, something is missing after all. Every time I think about it, I always feel sorry for myself: I can't help it.
Time flies like water in a big river. After I left my hometown and lived in the city, I never had a chance to see the lively scene at that time. Every day I see only cold cement and the hurried back of pedestrians.
Nostalgic character always makes me cherish old things, whether it is a stone mill or an old house in my hometown, just like in Shangrao, I can only cherish the past in my heart.
The stone mill of the old house was fixed at that time, just like the memory of my hometown was engraved in my mind. Fresh in my memory, tears blurred my eyes, and I can never go back to the past!