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临近端午,粽香又渐渐弥漫了整个城市。街上卖粽子的店铺内,铺天盖地的广告将花色繁多的粽子推至最耀眼醒目的位置。尽管那些来自各地名产的招牌和极具诱惑的精美包装让人眼花缭乱,但此类工业化大量生产出的粽子,终是无法取代当年在老家母亲裹的小脚粽在我心中的位置。记得童年时候,每到端午前夕,母亲总会早早买来新鲜的粽叶,而后端把小藤椅,往后弄堂一坐。腿旁摆一盆淘净涨过的糯米、半篓泡好的赤豆和一大碗酱酒卤好的五花肉。待一切就绪后,便开
Near Dragon Boat Festival, dumplings incense and gradually filled the entire city. Dumplings in the streets selling shops, overwhelming ads will be many colorful dumplings pushed to the most dazzling eye-catching location. Despite the dazzling array of signboards and tempting exquisite packaging from all over the world, such mass-produced dumplings from industrialized countries are ultimately unable to replace the place where my mother-in-law’s foot dumplings were placed in my heart. I remember childhood, every Dragon Boat Festival eve, the mother will always buy fresh bamboo leaves early, and the back end of the small wicker chair, alley back sit. Legs side by side basin Amoy rose glutinous rice, baskets bubble soaked red beans and a bowl of miso sauce good pork. When everything is ready, it will open