Qian Huang, a beautiful memory

One day father told me that before Spring Festival maybe we would go to Qian Huang village Mom’s hometown, which is in Jiangsu province. Gray walls punctuated with black tiles line narrow cobbled trails, vast of bamboo surround farm houses, ducks and farmers share the crystal green water in the early morning, this is the typical Jiangnan.

I had lived there for 4 years, in my childhood, with grandparents. Every morning, about 4 o’clock, when I was still sleeping, grandma had already got up and began to make breakfast, tangyuan, gruel, brined vegetable called Xue li hong, sometimes she may make a dish of steamed salty bamboo shoot. Fregrant air was flowig from the kichen to bedroom, I smelled it then woke up. After beakfast, I went ouside to the fields with my cousin Xiao hu(means small tiger). We were running in the trails, enjoying sunshine, birds’s singing, and light mist around us, our trousers got wet by sews. Sometimes, we help grandmother plant vegetable, fishing with grandpa. I also learned making pig food, but my main interesting is playing with pig baby, we clean the baby, then put it in our arms, its mother looked at us and scratched the wall seemed a little bit worring, then we returned baby to her.

At night, the most happy thing is helping grandma to make lunch. Just sitting besides grandma in the front of the stove(made by soil), watching the orange flame jumping in the stove, dry grasses released fregrant smell when burning. Time was enough, grandma love telling old stories during cooking, I can still remember some of them even today, such as Seven Female Celestial Fables, Chang E(a ancient lady) fly to moon,and so on.

Memory in Qian Huang, unchangable beautiful dream in my life.