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6/16/2008
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Love of thousand li
Love of thousand li
The mountain logistics company must be that green purpose is verdant, the spreading dark green and continuously of strong melt and is not opened ing; It is must
in water the deep and remote and transparent, it give life Lie alcohols sweet that does not nourish and; Air must moist to make warm, float
breath of cotton rose curl upwards, shed cigarette; Sunshine must in vain brilliant to wash, to spill all over mountain village water every corner of
Guo soft tender feeling; The land must be loose and wet and happy and harmonious, grow in abundant and various Lin Zi, bush and grassy
marshland; There is smooth road surface that blue and green stones laid in the hutong lanes and alleys that people inhabit. This is the South in
my imagination. Precisely it is I that surmise repeatedly, the homeland of husband's family not met. A man was once affectionate to speak in a low voice to me, it is being meeting Office
Relocation for once that numerous mountains and rivers were coming up,
the ones that leave the native place wander about as a refugee just in order to keep with you together. After being aroused in interest, I have
come into this and lived in the family of Sichuan of the North. The father-in-law says mandarin, but the mother-in-law is a dialect of Sichuan
glibly. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law communicate, produce inconvenient, of of Sichuan Cuisine awkwardly. I do not like the hot food, can't
help forming the tongue in 2_'s item in the face of the sumptuous cooked food. It is long, the mother-in-law seems aware of anything, begin to
present the homely dishes of the North on the dining table. Though in northern 50 more than year such as life, mother-in-law wrap up fine
dumpling still, dumpling that she make take in mouth for a kind of strange taste. The husband loves the wine, drink and often drink one and call
Chinese liquor of Air Freight
Forwarder yeast for making hard liquor in Mianzhu at home. I am puzzled, the wine that he said the tough family property is easy to drink.
On New Year's Day and other festivals, it must be the spring in the south of sword to spring for dinner. I ask why, he says the wine taste of the
native place is mellow. The thing which the old woman family bought back, either the people in Sichuan sold, or produced in Sichuan. I find the
family enter township but unwilling to comply with convention, a at heart stubborn one one of growth hide nostalgia constantly gradually. Spend the Spring Festival in the husband's family for the first time, have the last course of a feast of much flavor of Sichuan. Among them a kind
of intestines are eaten in the mouth roughly and crisply and crisply and sweet-smellingly, also there is some strength one. It looks over to be by
red meat, fat, shelled peanut with whom condiments make carefully. "Why, where to buy? Why have not I seen. " I am surprised to ask. Mother-
in-law saying " sausaging that native place mailing, delicious smilingly? " " delicious, delicious " I nod repeatedly. Gold chrysanthemum that the
mother-in-law's face has smiled on the day of autumn. Later on I say to the husband your thing in the native place is still delicious on the
sausage. He curl one's lip, moan, say " I native place delicious thing getting many ",etc. take you back to Sichuan guarantee, take piece enough if
having time. " This when celebrate the New Year since, I always can have cured meat and sausage from Sichuan. The father-in-law says old family hear you like
eating and send over, the postage at present is more expensive than the cured meat. Have bought cured meat and sausage to eat in supermarket
and restaurant too, but find and what the native place is mailed is not a flavor. Perhaps it is they that are not hung under the fellow-villager's
eave of Sichuan, have not worked and melted in the tipsy south wind in Sichuan, Ocean
Transportation have not grown on the fertile land in Sichuan scream. The taste
that I favour is outside thousand li far apart the endless long way.
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