Late autumn, it is the season when hawthorns are on the market, and the reds are stacked on top of each other, like fire, boiling hot this autumn.
A pocket of hawthorn, a pocket of rock sugar, buy it home, use them to boil a pot of water, sour and sweet their taste buds, thinking, thinking, the taste of life.
Bring the water to a boil, add hawthorn and rock sugar, and the hawthorn tumbles with the boiling water, overflowing with contradictory aromas. The water vapor was blinding, recalling the familiar sweet taste of hawthorn water that my mother had boiled before.
When I was a child, after every household bought autumn vegetables, the four-wheeled car would be idle, and the uncle in the backyard would take us twittering bear children to the market to visit, and my mother would always ask me to bring some hawthorn back, and I was also real, and I exchanged all the money in my hand for hawthorn, heavy, so big a bag.
I was spoiled by my mother and blamed, but at that time, I only understood the blame.
I moved out of the little bench and sat down next to my mother, helping her wash the hawthorn and watching her cook these round cute little ones.
After a while, the neighbors' little ghosts also ran over and gathered around my yard, these hungry ghosts, who came at just the right time, estimated that the incense was wafting in the nose and smelling the incense.
The hawthorn sugar water is boiled, each of us has a bowl, and we can't let it cool, and we begin to taste it.
At that time, bowls of sweet water moisturized a group of people, satisfied the sharing of a group of people, the heart was pure, and happiness was simple.
Time went back to the present, filled with my boiled hawthorn sugar water, waiting to cool down. Thinking, time is fast, at this time I have been standing on the road to no confusion, through the confusion, precipitated thoughts, understand themselves, understand themselves.
Tasting the sweet and sour, thinking about the current days, should be satisfied. Although there will also be grievances and unwilling sourness, there are also sweet tastes of growth and gain.
Life is like this hawthorn ice sugar water, without which it will not be delicious, only by boiling together, let the sweet and sour taste blend, in order to make the taste buds cheer.
When you can't finish drinking, put it in the refrigerator and store it for the late returning family members, telling them that there is not only a sweet and sour taste here, but also contains my strong love for them.
Just like the hawthorn water that I drank in the yard as a child, it was full of deep love.
Thinking of this, my heart is warm, I feel that this autumn is not so cold, the leaves are drifting outside, but the heart is growing branches.
In another twenty years, stand in the mirror, look at me with white sideburns, look at my wife with wrinkled faces, recall the sweet and sour life, maybe look at each other and smile, and then wear warmth and go to the market to buy a big bag of hawthorn back.
On the way, look at the fallen leaves, as brilliant as in previous years. Look at the tree in front of the door, it is old for us, but it has not changed at all.
The bench on the side of the road is still like that, drunk in the falling leaves, we are tired, so we go to sit for a while, look up at the sky, can't figure it out, the blue sky has always been like that, but how can not see tired of it!
The days of boiling hawthorn sugar water together have been countless for many years, but every season, I still miss the taste.
Drinking hot sugar water and counting the past of his youth, fortunately, he has not lived up to life.
Sitting opposite the partner of life, laughing and talking, people have been vicissitudes, but the heart is calm.
The hawthorns of October are red, ripe, piping hot for the season, and making the mind flutter.
When I was a child, I had a bright smile, my heart was free of distractions, and I drank it into my mouth. Now there are mixed joys and sorrows, because as an adult, I have to support my own heavens. I hope that when I am old, I can still smile under this piece of sky.
Maybe you should also take advantage of this fiery season to cook a bowl of hawthorn ice sugar water and taste the sweetness and sourness of life.
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