家就成了游子的一种寄托,一种向往。今年终于可以抽空回乡下看望父母。父母的年纪大了,奔出门来迎我时,步履竟然有些蹒跚。母亲扎上围裙一个劲儿地对我说:“给你熬粥吃,熬粥吃!”母亲眼中,一碗粥,就是人间至美的佳肴,一定要亲手为儿女们慢火熬上。打小我就爱喝妈妈熬的粥,她会把身边所有能放进去的杂粮都放进去。金黄的小米,翠绿的绿豆, Home has become a sustenance of tourists, a yearning. This year we can finally find time to visit their parents. Parents older, ran out to meet me, walking actually some staggering. Mother put on aprons persistently said to me: “To your porridge eat, porridge eat!” Mother’s eyes, a bowl of porridge, is the world to the United States cuisine, we must personally slow boil for their children. I love to drink my mother boiled porridge, she will put all the side can put all the grains into it. Golden millet, green mung bean,