"A loud cry came from the water lane, as soft as the wind blowing willows. Sweet as honey, white as jade, mellow, wine is not intoxicating, life is like this glass of wine ... "
When the melodious and gentle melody of Changzhou sweet liquor came from the ear, my heart was so warm and kind! In a flash, my thoughts seem to be illusory, because sweet white wine was once a good memory of my childhood.
I remember that it was also a romantic autumn season, when the rice was harvested, the straw piled up and the busy farming finally ended. The adults couldn't help sighing, and the village began to be filled with a leisurely atmosphere. At this time, my busy mother began to brew sweet white wine with newly harvested glutinous rice to satisfy our young hunger. This is the most wonderful moment, which makes me jump for joy. I followed my mother like a fart, without taking a step.
Mother used a bamboo rice basket filled with glutinous rice and came to the dock next to the house by the stream. She squatted on the steps and took the time to pick up the glutinous rice. Immediately, circles of milky white ripples appeared on the water. Looking at the rippling water waves, my heart can't help but gallop forward.
The washed glutinous rice was poured into the cauldron on the stove by her mother, put into the water, lit the fire and boiled eagerly. Bright red flames danced on my mother's kind face, and black firewood crackled in the bright flames, making a crisp crackle. In a short time, the fog began to curl up in the gap of the wooden cover on the cooker. At first it was very slender, and then it began to get bigger and thicker. After a while, my mother stood up from the stool in front of the stove, patted the grass clippings and told me that the glutinous rice was cooked.
I was ecstatic when I heard that.
My mother brought a bag of wine and medicine when the glutinous rice cooled a little. She crushed the medicinal liquor and mixed it into glutinous rice. She put the glutinous rice with medicinal liquor into a reddish-brown clay pot, dug a small hole in the middle of the rice, sprinkled some cold boiled water a little, and then covered it.
My mother said to me meaningfully, "Don't worry, you can eat when the small hole in the middle is filled with water." My eyes flashed and I looked at my mother in disbelief, and my heart was full of infinite expectations.
Since then, the reddish-brown clay pot has become the biggest thought in my life.
Every day, when my mother is unprepared, I have to open the lid countless times and lie down in the narrow hole, staring at it with rapt attention. At first, the pottery jar was silent, as calm as a village sleeping in the field before dawn; Then, a faint scent of wine began to float slowly, filling your nose and tickling your heart from time to time. The small hole in the middle also slightly oozed some liquid. After I saw it, I used chopsticks to reach in curiously and carefully, dipped it in a little, and tasted it in my mouth. "Well, that's so sweet." I sipped and enjoyed it over and over again, completely unaware that my mother was standing behind me. Mother said angrily, "You greedy cat, cover it quickly, or it won't ferment." As he spoke, he found a cotton pad to wrap the clay pot and put it on the top of a cupboard.
Young, short, helplessly looking at the tall clay pot, my heart is as uncomfortable as a cat scratching. I pester my mother every day and eagerly ask her if the sweet white wine is ready. I am even afraid that my busy mother will forget it. Finally, one day, my mother opened the clay pot and excitedly said to me, "Good, good, sweet white wine tastes good." "Really? ! "My eyes are shining, and my happy mood is like clusters of soft vines dancing.
At this time, the earthenware pot placed high has been taken by her mother and put on the table. I eagerly probe a look, ah, the glutinous rice is tender, is being soaked in a layer of milky thick juice, so warm and delicate; The air is filled with thick fragrance, and my heart is getting drunk. My mother brought me a small bowl, and I drank it all at once, feeling that the taste was so pure, dry, sweet and refreshing. After a while, the bowl fell down, and I quickly begged my mother to put it up. My mother warned, "Don't eat too much, it's too intoxicating." Say that finish, add a small piece. I smiled at my mother and ate slowly. After eating, I licked the bottom of the bowl with my tongue. My mother smiled and was overjoyed to see me like this. ...
"Sweet white wine should be cut, sweet white wine should be sold ..." An old woman's crisp cry came from the alley, just like nature. I quickly put my head out of the window and shouted, "Please wait, I want to buy sweet white wine." Say that finish, he picked up the bowl and rushed downstairs.
Mmm, sweet and pure, just like mom's taste. I touched it and tasted it, and the wisps of the past seemed to come to my mind. Changzhou Song, Champion: Changzhou Sweet Wine
Ci: Jiang Quanhai Qu: Cheng Jian/Liu Xu
Producer: Changzhou Workers' Cultural Palace
Lyrics:
A crescent moon in the sky
A glass of wine on the ground
The moon is in the middle of the cloud.
Intoxicating heart
The new moon is like a bridge.
On wine in the Spring and Autumn Period
The water under the bridge gurgled.
Love in a cup is long-lasting.
There was a cry in the water lane.
Gentle as the wind blows willow.
Sweet as honey, white as jade and mellow.
It is not the wine that is drunk, but the drinker himself.
Life is like a glass of wine.
Life is too short to sigh.
Years are like songs, singing romantic songs.
No, wine is better than wine.
Everyone likes a sip.
Sweet in the face, drunk in the heart.