我的故乡,漫天漫地都是厚厚的黄土,还有水流和长风配合岁月画出的千沟万壑。故乡人吃饭,总少不了几样调和,辣子、醋、花椒。静坐回味,香气满腹,思绪亦随之翩跹,故乡的种种美丽从记忆的深处跃上心头。色彩和形状最容易沉淀在人的记忆中。一想到辣子,家里的辣子罐会像油画里的静物似的,鲜亮沉静地出现在老庄院的八仙桌上。准确地说应该叫酱黄釉矮瓷罐,敛口鼓腹内凸底,釉色亮亮的,不是古物,现在的市场 My hometown, all over the sky are thick loess, as well as water and wind with the years drawn ditch gully. Hometown people eat, always a few reconcile, spicy, vinegar, pepper. Sit back and aftertaste, full of aroma, thoughts also followed by light, the beauty of hometown from the depths of memory leapt to the heart. Color and shape most likely to precipitate in human memory. The thought of spicy child, the spicy jar at home will be like still life in the oil painting, bright and quiet appeared in the Old Hall of the Eight Immortals table. Accurately should be called the sauce yellow glaze porcelain pot, keep the mouth belly bulge, bright glaze, not antiquities, and now the market