These two words are "I". I think Taiwan Province Province and the mainland are similar to sweet potatoes and old taro, so I think "we" are children of sweet potatoes, while mainlanders are children of old taro, but my father told me, "We are mainlanders, too, just early." The "sweet potato with red heart" in this article refers to Taiwan Province Province, a treasure island with China heart and China affection, and Taiwan Province Province.
From the local point of view, "Red-hearted sweet potato" refers to Taiwan Province Province, an obscure little person who lives in Taiwan Province Province and leaves the mainland. The old man insisted on calling "sweet potato" as "sweet potato" because he didn't change his local accent, which not only conformed to the language habits of the characters, but also showed his nostalgia and pride for his hometown.
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What are the similarities between "father" and sweet potato in this article?
Experienced wind and rain, do not change the heart of a child; Humble, small, cautious; Hug each other and warm each other; Be proud of your hometown; Strong viability, as long as there is soil, you can survive.
Red heart sweet potato original:?
When I was a child, I once quarreled with mainland children. They scolded, "Sweet potato! Sweet potato! " We will say, "What an old impression! Old man! " I was confused about these two terms, so I went home and asked my father.
He opened an old map, pointed to Taiwan Province Province and said, "Taiwan Province Province is really like a sweet potato with a red heart. You are the children of this sweet potato! " I pointed to the mainland and said, "So, the shape of this mainland is a big taro, so mainlanders are taro's children?" My father smiled, caressed my head and said, "Silly boy, we are also from the mainland, but we are early."
Then he drew powerfully from our distant hometown in the north with a pen, and implicated it in the south of Taiwan Province Province where he lived. I realized for the first time that taro and sweet potato turned out to be very similar plants, not as different as we thought; I also know for the first time that the hometown where it snows in the northeast is also full of sweet potatoes with red hearts!
Where I live, there used to be an old man selling sweet potatoes in the alley. Those sweet potatoes are very small, but they always seem to record the words in their hearts. Sometimes I buy a sweet potato from the old man and eat it when I come back from a walk. It tastes like honey, but it's a little bitter, because the old man's face always reminds me of the wind and frost I ran through in the smoke.
The old man is a veteran who survived the chaos. His hometown is in a remote county in Shandong. Once we argued about sweet potatoes. The old man insisted that the red-hearted sweet potato in Taiwan Province province was not as good as the red-fleshed sweet potato in his hometown. His reason is: "There is a lot of rain in Taiwan Province Province. How can sweet potatoes be as sweet as those in my hometown?" The sweet potato in my hometown is really as sweet as honey! "
The old man talked as if he had returned to his hometown and stood in the sweet potato field. Looking at his expression, I really know that although sweet potato is humble, it is connected with the land of homesickness and will always show new buds in the world of acacia. ?
After the harvest, my father gave me a big bag of sweet potatoes. After a long time, I suddenly remembered the old man selling sweet potatoes in the alley, so I took him to the alley to see him off. I didn't expect the old man to sell beef noodles because few people eat sweet potatoes.
I reluctantly carried the sweet potato home and threw the bag on the ground. A sweet potato jumped out of the bag and broke, revealing bright red flesh and blood. Why are these ignorant sweet potatoes still red after 30 years! Won't you change the color a little? ?
The old man and his father grew up in the same era and have different backgrounds. They are just small and insignificant people in the great era of displacement. Perhaps only the broken red sweet potato can record the color in their hearts.
The color is like sweet potato flowers in the morning. They used to hug each other with humble light bulbs to keep warm. They can live humbly in the bonfire of the world because they have the pride of their hometown in their hearts. ?
When I was ten years old, my father took me to the city for the first time and passed by a construction site. Father recognized several sweet potato leaves among piles of bricks at a glance. We followed the leaves and finally found a root that was almost completely buried. Father said, "Look at this sweet potato. As long as there is soil on the roots, it can grow. "
Now that I think about it, the sweet potato buried in the construction site had a life experience of escape. Because its feet are on the ground, suffering cannot bury it. Compared with the sweet potato I planted in a flowerpot on the balcony of a high-rise building, it has a different fate and different happiness, just like we are far away from a hundred years of war and live in a seemingly secret and safe building, but we have the sorrow of soil erosion.
The starry night is quiet. I stood on the balcony, carefully carrying the red sweet potato in the coagulation basin. I found that it absorbed the dew at night. On the thin leaves, water droplets appear one after another, and each leaf is breathing silently and carefully. At that time, I almost heard a big era with mud. The crazy songs and humming of the previous generation were buried in that small flowerpot, and only the sensitivity of the quiet night could be heard.