Enter the twelfth month of the lunar year, I most those who expect is not to put smoke and fire, wear new clothes, drink on one bowl however sweet the rice porridge with nuts and dried fruit eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month of soft glutinous.
进入腊月，我最期待的不是放烟火，穿新衣，而是喝上一碗香甜软糯的腊八粥。
“ dried meat 8, get up quickly! ” one big early, mom begins to call out me. Hear “ dried meat 8 ” 3 words, I am stimulated clever, the instant is sober, 3 5 except 2 clad get up, run to search a grandma.
“腊八节了，快起床喽！”一大早，妈妈就开始唤我。听到“腊八节”三个字，我一个激灵，瞬间清醒，三下五除二穿衣起床，跑去寻奶奶。
“ grandma, grandma, when do we make rice porridge with nuts and dried fruit eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month? ” just took grandma door, I cry rise. The grandma is greeted to me, my forehead says light: “ our small greedy cat not as good as? But I do not prepare to make rice porridge with nuts and dried fruit eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month this year. ” in a moment, I am stupefied was in place, clear that beautiful hubble-bubble cracked sound in hearing a heart. Had answered a god, I am shaking the arm of the grandma, stamp one's foot wears the foot asks extremely disappointedly: “ why, be after all why ah? ”“ looks, look, my greedy cat should cry urgently. Amuse you to play, I am preparing data. ” listens, countless flowery hubble-bubble rise in the heart, fly across more tall.
“奶奶，奶奶，我们什么时候做腊八粥？”刚进奶奶家门，我就喊起来。奶奶迎向我，点着我的额头说：“我们的小馋猫等不及了？可我今年不准备做腊八粥了。”霎时，我愣在了原地，并清晰听到心中那美丽的泡泡破裂的声音。回过神，我摇着奶奶的胳膊，跺着脚无比失望地问：“为什么，到底是为什么呀？”“看看，看看，我的馋猫要急哭了。逗你玩呢，我正准备材料呢。”听完，无数绚丽的泡泡在心中升起，越飞越高。
The bubble that grandma face about goes to checking ormosia sends a case, behind grandma of follow closely of ground of my scamper about, the grandma looks at me to turn Bei is happy appearance, laughing to touch my head. Check bubble beans, grandma fetch earthnut, lotus seed, chestnut, ginkgo, tremella, red jujube, in the boiler that the bubble after pan is clean receives infusion. “ became good good, grandma, be boiled quickly! I am calling ” excitedly. Even bubble one morning, we begin to boil after lunch, whole in the evening family drinks rice porridge with nuts and dried fruit eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month together. I have some of lose again for an instant.
奶奶转身去检查红豆的泡发情况，我蹦蹦跳跳地紧跟奶奶身后，奶奶看着我转悲为喜的样子，笑着摸了摸我的头。检查完泡豆，奶奶又取来花生、莲子、栗子、白果、银耳、红枣，淘洗干净后泡进熬煮的锅里。“好了好了，奶奶，快熬吧！”我激动地喊着。还要泡一上午，午饭后我们开始熬，晚上全家人一起喝腊八粥。我瞬间又有些失落。
Clock one case one case is incompact going slow, the sun seems to stop in place, always also not move, boil eventually eat lunch. Just put down bowl chopsticks, I am catching the hand of the grandma to ask anxiously immediately: Can “ begin now? ”“ is good well, the small greedy cat that gives me endures rice porridge with nuts and dried fruit eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. ” grandma is laughing to rise enter a kitchen.
时钟一格一格不紧不慢地走着，太阳好像停在原地，总也不动弹，终于熬到吃完午饭。刚放下碗筷，我立刻抓着奶奶的手焦急地问：“现在可以开始了吧？”“好好好，给我的小馋猫熬腊八粥。”奶奶笑着起身进入厨房。
The bean fish out that the grandma has sent bubble, enter immersing earthnut, lotus seed the big iron bowl that wait, add into the polished glutinous rice after the taro that washs good stripping and slicing and pan again, look at a grandma to build good boiler shell, begin to make a fire, my heart was free from anxiety eventually.
奶奶把泡发好的豆子捞出，倒进浸泡着花生、莲子等的大铁锅，又加进洗好切块的芋头和淘洗后的糯米，看着奶奶盖好锅盖，开始生火，我的心终于踏实了。
I sit in kitchen chamber edge, leaning on a grandma, give cooking range fan wind, jump the blaze that move to mirrorring our grandparent and grandchild the face of two, warm my heart.
我坐在灶膛边，倚着奶奶，给炉灶扇风，跃动的火光映着我们祖孙俩的脸庞，温暖着我的心。
In seeing the steam of filar silk continuously is seamed from boiler lid eventually, squeezed come out, I am shaking the grandma says at once: “ went, went! ”“ is foolish the child, early move! ” grandma is a little helpless. Steam risks more more, before long, whole kitchen is enveloped by steam, that sweet smell is full of nasal cavity, as if whole kitchen is sweet rise. Is “ fast good? I examine minutely ” again. “ is early! ” grandma Bian Tian says by the side of bavin. I some are not believed, take the advantage of the opportunity that the grandma goes out, use ladle dip secretly a lotus seed, thinking already soft glutinous is goluptious originally, it is fragile however hard in taking acrid, I abandon ladle, continue to enrage groan the ground awaits.
终于看到丝丝缕缕的热气从锅盖缝中挤了出来，我连忙摇着奶奶说：“行了，行了！”“傻孩子，早着呢！”奶奶有些无奈。热气越冒越多，不久，整个厨房便被热气笼罩，那香甜的气味充斥着鼻腔，仿佛整个厨房都香甜起来。“快好了吧？”我再次追问。“早呢！”奶奶边添柴边说。我有些不信，趁奶奶出去的时机，偷偷用勺子舀了一个莲子，本想着已经软糯可口，却是脆硬中带着苦味，我扔下勺子，继续气哼哼地等待。
The sun gradually on the west inclined, the grey picture all round the house is bigger and bigger, the grandma says “ is OK eventually ” . A bowl of rice porridge with nuts and dried fruit eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month that risking steam is placed before, that red color extremely the appetite that draw a person. I bend over to exert all my strength on the bowl first suck nose, really sweet! One spoon puts dip in the entrance, sticky, sweet, soft, slippery. Sweet ormosia is in the mouth of pop that momently, resemble extremely of ice cream sweet glutinous. I drank a bowl whole at a heat, the grandma is brushing my corners of the mouth to say: “ is drunk bit slower, nobody is grabbed with you! Foolish of ” my foolish laughs, stand up to fill congee again.
太阳逐渐西斜，房子周围的灰影越来越大，奶奶终于说“可以了”。一碗冒着热气的腊八粥摆在了面前，那红彤彤的颜色极勾人食欲。我先趴在碗上使劲吸了吸鼻子，真香！舀一勺放入口中，黏，甜，软，滑。香甜的红豆在口中爆开的那一刻，像极了冰激凌的甜糯。我一口气喝完了一整碗，奶奶擦着我的嘴角说：“慢点喝，没人跟你抢！”我憨憨一笑，站起身又去盛粥。
Full of grandma is warm the aroma rice porridge with nuts and dried fruit eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month of warm love, every minutes of happy my every second. “ passed dried meat 8 it is year of ” , drink sweet rice porridge with nuts and dried fruit eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, year flavour is thicker and thicker, happy flavour is thicker and thicker.
饱含着奶奶暖暖爱的浓香腊八粥，幸福着我的每分每秒。“过了腊八就是年”，喝完香香甜甜的腊八粥，年的味道越来越浓，幸福的味道越来越浓。(文/刘红叶)