高高的山寨上飘着云烟,青青的竹林里传来嘭嘭的声音,这正是我们苗家山寨的阿婆家打糍粑。红红的火在灶坑里燃起来,把人的脸照得红彤彤的;雪白的糯米在蒸子里飘着醉人的清香;热腾腾的泉水在大锅里咕噜噜的翻滚着……“起蒸子罗!”随着阿婆一声喊,热腾腾的蒸子盖被打开了,白花花的雾气如烟似絮,袅袅地飞向天空。晶莹洁白的糯米像一粒粒露珠——圆圆的、胀鼓鼓的抱成一团。阿婆把糯米放进打糍粑的石槽里,阿公和阿爹脱下棉衣抡起斗大的木棰打起来,你一捶来我一棰,嘴里还喊着号子“嗨!嗨!”不大一会儿,一团又粘又软的糍粑团就打好了。 Tall cottage on the clouds, the green bamboo heard the shy voice, which is exactly what we Miaojia cottage her husband play 糍 糍. Red fire lit in the pit, the people’s face shine red; white glutinous rice floating in the steaming intoxicating fragrance; hot spring boiling in the pan with the ... ... “ From steamer Luo! ”“ As Grandma shouted, the steaming steam cap was opened, white smoke fog like Xu Xu, curl up to the sky. Crystal white glutinous rice like dew drops - round, bulging bulge. Grandmother put the glutinous rice into the stone slab in the fight, the grandfather and his father took off the coat 抡 big fight clogs fight, you hit me a kick, a shout in his mouth ”Hi! Hi! Not a moment, a group of sticky and soft 糍 粑 Mission to lay it.