Dreams are an inevitable thing in people's lives. People can see things in dreams that they cannot see in reality, and they can also explore their inner world through dreams. I once had a dream about corn cobs in my hometown. This dream triggered memories of my childhood and reminded me of that simple but warm time.
In my memory, my old house was an adobe house designed by my grandfather, a civil engineer. There are mats on the floor of the house, which are very cool when you walk on them. It is not so stuffy when you sleep in the summer, so it is very comfortable. At home we have a straw bed and an ear-sized, gray black coal stove, which we use to boil water and cook food. There is a large cornfield downstairs. Every autumn, we would pick fresh corn home, and my mother would cut it into small sticks, and then dry them into corn cobs that are a little black underneath and a little yellow above. To make dry rice.
I often see the corn cobs in my hometown in my dreams. The fragrance is so fragrant that I can't help but swallow my saliva. Corn on the cob was one of my favorite things to eat when I was a child, because I think it smells particularly good and tastes chewy. Eating two corn cobs can make me feel full. Of course, when I was a child, I also had a well-informed mentality. I not only liked corn on the cob, but also liked the local specialty snack - tofu pudding. Every weekend, I always look forward to my mother going to the vegetable market to buy tofu nao. I can eat bowl after bowl of it with gusto.
When I return to my hometown, I can feel the strong earthy smell of my hometown. I wander through the dazzling array of farm shops and see portions of authentic hometown delicacies without any worries about fashion and the land. Breathe together harmoniously and feel the blessings of history and times on this ancient land. When I was a child, my hometown always seemed quaint and peaceful. But now, because people are no longer living in poverty, the houses here are becoming more and more novel, and the shops on the roadside are becoming more and more diverse. But at a casual glance, the countryside can still be recognized.
In short, dreaming about corn cobs in my hometown not only reminds me of my childhood, but also arouses my longing for my hometown and my yearning for the food in my hometown. In real life, we often eat all kinds of expensive food. However, only the plain, simple, but nostalgic food in our hometown can truly let us taste the taste of life. The food in the countryside is so beautiful. At this time, as a young man, I developed an emotional connection with the swimming streams in my hometown, the country roads, and the fresh fruits and vegetables that I could pick with just a light hand. The warmth from the artistic conception of my hometown will never dry up again.