In July, people flock to the lotus pond to admire the beauty of the lotus flowers: some take pictures, some paint, some see the lotus flowers. Every time I arrive at this point, I think of the scene when I was a child collecting lotus seeds in my hometown.
My hometown is located in the area of Gengzhuang Bridge, commonly known as "Little South China Sea" in Ningjinbo.
Historically, Ningjinbo has been a natural lake since the pre-Qin Dynasty, and it was not until the 1950s and 1960s that Ningjinbo completely came to an end.
Where there is water, there are lotus flowers, and although the lake is dry, the lotus seeds are deeply buried in the soil.
In the 1960s and 1970s, every summer, after the heavy rain, the fields washed out a lot of lotus seeds, and we sent a few people to the fields to pick them up, and whenever we picked up lotus seeds, we were very happy and put them in our pockets as the best delicious snacks.
Time flies, and decades have passed, and whenever I see a lotus flower, I think of the lotus seeds of my hometown, my childhood friends, and the good times of my childhood.
I have reached the age of flower armor, whenever the lotus flowers bloom, I always like to take the camera to the lotus pond to take some lotus flowers, which may also be a kind of nostalgia for the lotus seeds when I was a child.
This is exactly what it is: after decades of separation in my hometown, picking up lotus seeds is unforgettable. Wait until after the epidemic to get together and recount the wine to the child without guessing.