That's what my heart tastes like. At noon today, an old friend of many years sent me a bag of plums from my hometown, which looked very fresh, and even the plum leaves picked were green. wholehearted
author：Wayward getaway 888
That's what my heart tastes like.
At noon today, an old friend of many years sent me a bag of plums from my hometown, which looked very fresh, and even the plum leaves picked were green.
I am sincerely grateful for this heavy friendship, and it is difficult to bring me plums from my hometown specifically for this friend, pick them in the morning, and arrive at noon.
The day before yesterday, I read her circle of friends and knew that she had gone back to her hometown and was admiring her own orchard, full of fruit, fruity fragrance, and her heart was full of joy.
I immediately liked it and commented: I haven't eaten plums from my hometown for a long time. After a while, she replied to the message: "Brother, send it to you the day after tomorrow." ”
She drove hundreds of kilometers and came to my house at her first stop. I said it's past dinner, I'll make you a bowl of beef noodles, and I'll eat some. Who knew that she turned around and left after putting the plum down, saying that there was still something to do, and the noodles were saved for next time, and there was something to talk about next time.
I washed a few plums, picked up one and took a gentle bite, the meat was crispy and refreshing, sweet and sour, maybe it was a psychological effect, I always felt that this little plum had the fragrance of hometown soil.
A small plum made me eat the nostalgia in my heart. I remembered my childhood, I remembered the orchard in my hometown, I remembered the busy figure of my grandparents in the orchard, I remembered the old house, I remembered the warm kerosene lamp... #Headline Home Time # #原创随笔 #