On Sunday afternoon, sunshine is beautiful, of mom tenderness say to me: "Do we go plucking wormwood come back to make wormwood cake? "Do we go plucking wormwood come back to make wormwood cake??
星期天的下午，阳光明媚，妈妈温柔的对我说：“我们去采摘蒿子回来做蒿子粑好吗？”
Had eaten lunch in a park that the basket on I and mom belt is riding electric car to come to pool mouth, wow! I am confused by this beautiful scenery before drunk, the full marks that sets foot on soft / meadow, gentle breeze is swayed, small grass people in succession jolty body is dancing, of strive to be the first greet sb to me! flower also is in contend for strange bottle comparing the United States colourfully!
吃过午饭我和妈妈带上篮子骑着电动车来到池口的一个公园里，哇！我被这眼前的美景迷醉，踏上软绵绵的满分/草地，微风吹拂，小草们纷纷摇动身子在跳舞，争先恐后的向我打招呼呢！花儿也在争奇斗艳的比着美呢！
Mom is not considered on the beautiful scenery that admires this spring, tie the course that seeking wormwood directly in, duration is gotten the better of spring, all sorts of potherb are extended in spring breeze sway, green jade is unripe, emerald green be filled with, as if to blend in whole spring in juice. Need not think more, that flavor also is fresh and tender and clinking certainly. Tomb-sweeping day is before, sweet Hao was about to come on stage ceremoniously.
妈妈顾不上欣赏这春天的美景，一头扎在寻找蒿子的过程里，时值胜春，各种野菜在春风中舒展摇曳，碧生生，翠盈盈，仿佛把整个春天都融入汁液之中。不用多想，那滋味也一定是鲜嫩无比。清明节就在眼前，香蒿就要隆重登场了。
Listen to grandmother to say the country has consuetudinary, every arrive in March 3 that day, must eat wormwood cake. Then mom can be picked every year the tenderest the brightest wormwood come back to do sweet sweet soft soft wormwood cake.
听外婆说农村有个习俗，每到三月三那天，一定要吃蒿子粑。于是妈妈每年都会摘最嫩最鲜的蒿子回来做香香软软的蒿子粑。
After a hour, mom and I plucked with skilled gimmick one basket wormwood, we come home to pour wormwood into the basin hurriedly, clean clean with clear water. Put into boiler to boil boiling with hot water, in scoop up its reinstate cold water to immerse, after drop does moisture, put in stone joint of bones to pound paste, squeeze dry wormwood to paper burnt juice next, the cake that such making won't agonized. See mom pours powder of polished long-grained nonglutinous rice of on a few gourd ladle only plus pink of polished glutinous rice of one gourd ladle, cake is good eat, powdery proportion is very significant. Mom mixes the wormwood that has squeezed juice in ground rice, add water at the same time at the same time emphatically is kneaded, become smooth till powdery group have tenacity. At this moment the ground says old father smilingly otherwise should help, "Cut bacon. " mom make fall, old father hurries the arm since rub one's palm along smooth out with the fingers begins. Bacon eats boiler, a bizarre aroma develops our nose needle, feel to there also is more pleasant than this flavour again on the world. The mother fries good stuffing makings deftly, wrapping cake at the same time rapidly, put the simmer in water in boiler at the same time, keep crossing a border even, two hands are particularly agile. Wormwood cake sends out in oily boiler a peculiar suffering is sweet, very fast, cake cake both sides becomes golden anxious fragile bite readily below, bright, salty, sweet, all sorts of wonderful flavor fill whole mind.
一小时后，妈妈和我用熟练的手法就采摘了一篮蒿子，我们便匆匆回家将蒿子倒入盆中，用清水清洗干净。放入锅中用热水煮沸腾，在将其捞起用凉水浸泡，沥干水分后放在石臼里捣成糊糊，然后挤干蒿子糊糊的汁水，这样做出的粑就不会苦涩。只见妈妈倒上几瓢籼米粉再加上一瓢糯米粉，粑好不好吃，粉的比例很重要。妈妈把挤过汁的蒿子和在米粉里，一边加水一边用力地揉，直到粉团变得光滑有韧性。这时老爸笑眯眯地说要不要帮忙，“切腊肉。”妈妈一声令下，老爸赶紧捋起袖子开始。腊肉进锅了，一股奇异的香气冲进我们的鼻尖，觉得世界上再也没有比这更好闻的味道了。母亲麻利地炒好馅料，赶紧一边包着粑，一边放到锅里煎，还要不停地翻着边，两只手特别灵活。蒿子粑在油锅里散发出特有的苦香，很快，粑粑两边变得金黄焦脆一口咬下，鲜，咸，香，各种美妙的滋味充满整个脑海。
Wormwood cake my love most, mom's smell is really sweet.
蒿子粑我的最爱，妈妈的味道真香。(文/褚何有轩)