1晨日如同着了火一般,一直烧到山梁的脚心,染红了酣睡的庄子。露出墙外的炉桶子,准是闻见了屋里母亲做的黄米饭的味道,口水掉下来,结了老长的冰。母亲用大勺搅动着锅里的黄米,像极了一位指挥黄米大军的将军。母亲每搅一下,黄米粒便沿着锅边跑一圈。母亲每加点热水,黄米便立马散开,又集合。一想 A morning as a fire, has been burned to the foot of the mountain beam, dyed Zhuangzi sleeping soundly. Barrel exposed outside the wall of the barrel, should have heard the smell of yellow rice in the house, taste, saliva fell, the end of the long ice. The mother stirred the yellow rice in the pan with a large spoon, like a general who commanded the army of yellow rice. Every time the mother tosses, the yellow rice grain runs around the pot. Every time the mother added hot water, the yellow rice immediately spread and gathered again. Think about it