When I was a child, jiaozi was a big event in my family. At that time, life at home was tense, so we had to wait until the first day of the Lunar New Year to eat jiaozi. Ordinary days, including a meal in jiaozi for the first time, naturally became a holiday for the whole family. At this time, my mother was dignified and proud, kneading dough with one hand and stuffing with the other. The stuffing is fragrant and soft, and the dough is moderate in hardness. Finally, the washbasin was clean and didn't touch a star of flour. Then my mother instructed my father and my brother to watch fire, roll skin and deliver skin, which was quite like a soldier on the battlefield.

Generally, my mother always wraps jiaozi with two kinds of stuffing, one is meat and the other is vegetarian. At that time, the circular curtain was divided into two yards of jiaozi with different fillings, like a game between two armies, across the Chu River and the Han Dynasty. My brother and I often make trouble, confusing Jiaozi, and my mother is not angry. She poked her finger at my brother and me and said, "Come on, mom will teach you how to make lace jiaozi!" " My younger brother and I watched curiously, and my mother gently pinched the wrapped brim of jiaozi's hat and made a lace tassel, which was very beautiful, just like a little girl wearing a garland on her head. We didn't know that my mother had played a little trick. She mixed all the jiaozi with meat, which made my brother and I swallow with surprise and joy. My father and I ate those vegetarian jiaozi.

Those hard years and mom's Lace jiaozi gave us unforgettable memories. However, these memories didn't begin to clear up until they became fathers, as if they had been sleeping, and we had to wake them up at the cost of experience.

Since I was able to write a few books, my family's economic situation has improved, and jiaozi is no longer the Eucharist. I think of those miserable days when I was not sensible, and I think of the scene when my mother struggled alone after my father died. I think at least I can't let my mother be wronged again. Once I took my mother to a restaurant outside and opened a foreign meat dish. She shook her head again and again: "Mom is old, her legs and feet are not neat, and she is too lazy to go downstairs!" " "I used to buy fresh fish or seasonal vegetables in the vegetable market and make them myself when I got home. My mother doesn't like them very much. Hardly had she taken a few bites when she put down her chopsticks. I smiled at my mother: "You, you really won't enjoy happiness! "

Later, I realized that although there are many kinds of food in the world and people's appetites have changed, my mother insisted on eating only jiaozi. That's the best recipe her old man has cooked for decades. I know the only way is to keep jiaozi. Whenever I buy back the meat stuffing, my mother sees that jiaozi is going to wrap it up, so she immediately puts on an apron, mixes the dough first, and then wraps the stuffing, never letting others intervene. This spirit has returned to our childhood.

On the second day of that year, the whole family also hired Jiao Zi. I want to give my mother a surprise, because this day is her old man's birthday. I wrapped a jiaozi with sugar stuffing, wrapped it in a circle of jiaozi with a curtain, and then said to my mother, "You will be very lucky if you eat this sugar stuffing jiaozi today!"

Mom shook her head again and again and said with a smile, "How can I be lucky to eat so much jiaozi?" Said, and she personally put jiaozi into the pot. Jiaozi, like a small whitebait, churned up and down in the tumbling water, full of vitality. Looking at my mother's dim eyes, I can see that she wants to eat that sugar dumpling!

The hot jiaozi brought the plate and the table. I put three jiaozi on my mother's plate first. The second jiaozi mother bit the sugar stuffing and cried out in surprise: "Yo! I really ate it! " I said, "How else can you say you are blessed?" Mother narrowed her eyes with laughter.

In fact, my mother's eyes are really dim. She didn't know that I had played a little trick, and wrapped a marked jiaozi with lace candy, which was once wrapped by her old man's tutor. Lace jiaozi is full of maternal love. Now, I want to please my elderly mother with lace jiaozi.

Remember a blue rain umbrella.

My sight was blocked by a blue rain umbrella for so long. ...

That blue is as clear as the sky.

When I was a child, when it rained, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and everything I can see is a blue sky without rain.

Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half of her sky was gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into her gray sky. My mother's shoulders are wet, and the hair on my forehead is wet, but I am still in a blue rainless sky.

"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mother replied softly, and my eyes rested on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom stubbornly said, "No, really not ..."

Later, when I grew up, I didn't want my mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard. I used to think that I had forgotten.

Maybe it's a coincidence, another rainy day and that blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother.

My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother is shrouded in a blue rainless sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.

"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," mom repeated. "Mom, it's really not crooked, it's not." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the glittering water drops across my mother's face and cheeks.

The faded umbrella reappears the blue that was as clear as the sky before.

Finally understand, for a long time, my mother propped up a rainy day for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy day, although Meng Jiao said, but how much love for inches of grass won three blessings.

So my eyes were tied to the blue umbrella. I am the one who fights under the lamp every night, and I am the one who shuttles to the cram school every weekend. ...

All this is because of the oblique blue umbrella.

That blue, clear as the sky, makes my eyes dare not move, never dare to move.

I don't know if it's good.