#光影中的温情时刻 #
Every early summer, you will involuntarily think of the acacia flowers in your hometown, inexplicable excitement, inexplicable yearning.
When I was a child, when the locust flowers were in short supply, my parents picked the locust flowers, and through my mother's skillful hands, they became my favorite delicacy. Stone grinding some wheat noodles, mixing in locust flowers, and then using wooden koshiki, covering the lid woven with bamboo, looking at the red flames, my heart is so unattainable. That kind of fragrance, now that I think about it, is something that people in the city can't imagine now. The best way to eat is the locust flower egg soup, just the eggs make people hungry, plus the locust flowers, that kind of happiness and the New Year is almost the same, it is estimated that a flower season will have to taste once or twice. The simple is cold mixed locust flowers, a little water, add some salt, chili noodles are good, at that time poor, ordinary people rarely have other ingredients. In this way, it is also a relish in eating, and the adults will always tell them to eat less, saying that it is not good to eat more.
The most memorable is still playing with friends in the creek ditch under the locust tree, cool and fragrant, listening to birds and catching butterflies. Hey, the past is like smoke, life is no longer young, all gone with the wind. Only leave a deep trace in the bottom of the heart, never forget!
still
Drifting in the drizzle
still
Open in the whispers of the birds
I like the taste when I was there
Haunted by dreams a few times
Creek ditch side
Frolic with each other
Take a handful of water
You take a bite out of me
Shame on the little locust flower
Wu Zi released a faint fragrance
Every early summer leisure afternoon
There will always be banishment of thoughts
That side of the mountain
There are some thoughts
There is some sadness