The fragrance of the other year floats in the four seasons
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"popcorn, fragrant popcorn!" a burst of yelling, my attention was attracted by an old old man. He was wearing a dark green army coat and placed a hand-operated popcorn machine which was once the most common and primitive hand in old Ji'nan. Many years have not seen this popcorn machine in the city, for a long time did not eat the popcorn popped out, time seems to freeze in childhood memories.
I noticed that the great uncle and his paving shop were extremely lonely in the bustling crowd, and no one went to patronize his business. The sound of the "popcorn" has not been far away and has been dispelled in the bustle of traffic. Even he himself did not have much confidence in the business. He didn't lift his eyelids at the time of selling. I am glad that I am close enough to miss him.
when I saw him coming, there was a smile on his face: "let's have it now." Looking at his smiling face, I suddenly remembered that the happiest thing in my childhood was to hear a loud roar of "popcorn flowers" downstairs, and then happily take a small basin to buy popcorn. The master saw me a bit hesitant, even a little anxious: "come one, I have done this for several years, not sweet and crisp don't you!" I thought as I thought, this is probably the first sale of the Lord today. The master was happy to get up. I was able to closely observe the old hand crank popcorn machine. Yes, it's the same as the childhood memory. The wide hearth was like a large artillery shell, but the artillery had an extended shaking handle on the head of the artillery, and the butt was connected to a large bag for the ripe popcorn.
I chatted with my uncle, and his words confirmed my guess. My arrival was indeed the first business he had done in two hours. I suddenly felt sad and said, "Grandpa, the fire is coming up. Just give me a few more copies. I'll take five copies." The uncle was so happy that he should go all the way and say, "you want five pieces of money, I'll give you four copies, and the one I send you." He was very serious, and all his movements were in line with the popcorn man I was impressed with, and I had to admit that popcorn was not just a kind of food for me, but a memory symbol. I remember that every time I came home from school, I had to walk through a busy alley, where there were many kinds of snacks, and the sound of selling was endless. In spring, summer and winter, as long as there is a little money in my pocket, I will be surrounded by a popcorn stall, with many eager children, waiting for the hot popcorn to go out. With the sound of "bang", popcorn's unique smell of rice is scattered and deeply sucked. It suddenly feels that the whole person is sweet. We cheered around and asked the old master of popcorn to give us some more, and the old man laughed and laughed at each of the children who had asked for it.
is thinking that the stove has begun to make a loud noise, and is getting bigger and bigger. I know this is the sign of the ripening of the popcorn. Grandpa smiled and said, "what does the boy want? The popcorn is ripe. Stand back and stop collapsing." The sound I most anticipated is inadvertently coming. Yes, that's the familiar smell of rice. It's the sweet smell that makes me sweet year after year.
with the spread of rice fragrance, mirage of memory also slowly disappeared. I can not help but try to taste fast. At that moment, I decided that I had found a time carrier for savor the memory. The popcorn in the supermarket is full, but it can not taste the innocence and joy of childhood. The fast pace of urban life has disrupted the normal hormone secretion of every person, making us a monster that is eager to race with time and crush the teeth to fight with the bills. It even deprived me of the love and frenzy of popcorn when I was young. The reason for my deprivation is simple and absurd: I can't eat at work, and I don't have time to eat after work. Every day, I was busy traveling until I was so tired that I didn't even have time to stop and think about why I was wandering.
colorful years remind people of the four seasons of rice fragrance.