Mom is the best story teller i have ever had. And this time i want to share with you an experience of her. Let enjoy witth me!
Time goes by. Another crop has finished. Farmer ,who worked hard, feel happy when seeing the result. Children go out to fly kite, play follow-my-leader, blindman's buff and so on. They play until a faint smell comes...
Not only the high yield was collected but also baskets of fish. Those were caught in the field trying to escape. i guess these fish ar really healthy! Fire on!
Kids are extremly excited. They run out, head for the field where the smell is giving off. On their hand, a basket of greens like lettuce, persicaria, cucumber, a bow of pepper and salt...Now, the dish is done! They take the burnt out. Every single white meat turns up.
And then they enjoy the party. Fish caught from the field was very clean ad they only have to be washed at the lake where water is crystal clear. At that time, these places weren't polluted by any chemical fertilizer. This is a big pity as nowsaday it's hard to find a place to do such interesting things like that.
I wish i could have one time to return to my mom's time to take part in those things.
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nice (y)
It can be a very beautifully memorial and boisterous time of kids but it's a sweated and hard time of adults in the rural areas. Anyway, I seem to smell the aura of rice straw from your blog, a indescribable, special and familiar perfume.
Thank you everyone forr visiting and dropping those precious word :')
@ Ayesha: it's not very in details about the dish i want to introduce though that's a story. Do you want to know its name?
@Hello Jasmine :) there's still many stories mom tells me and i will share them one by one. At my time, those things hardly to have. This is really a big pity!
@WMW and Noaslpls: Yes, they are really good old days. i'm sure you will find it interesting, enjoyable when taking part in this :")
@Hello Nirzhor! I have the same idea with you. Nothing is really lost from us except we dont want to keep it. I have this story from my mom and whenever she tell, i always see a happy smile on her face. Memorry may be a good pill for our soul than the other one.
Old is gold enough, new is few nothing, nothing purity in life but pollute stuff. Nice phrase with good presentation.
Nothing is ever really lost from us, until we forget it...Nice blog...
The good old days! Ahhhh! Sounds like really good fun.
nice description Nhu <3......you have the guts...keep up :)