Nostalgic for childhood bridges with delicious fried cakes

Walking on the bridge again, I couldn't help but think of a famous saying: "You look at the scenery on the bridge, and the people who watch the scenery look at you upstairs." "There is a bridge at the west end of the village, not wide, not long, not pretty. Whenever you walk over the bridge, people come and go, the river under the bridge flows, the fishing boats come and go, and the smoke from the farmhouse in the distance is full of smoke, which is the "small bridge flowing water people"!

I couldn't help but stop and enjoy the beauty of my hometown on the bridge. When I was a child, my mother hugged me, hummed songs, and greeted passers-by; after a few years, I was running and jumping on the bridge by myself, and I was not too tired. In the summer, we went under the bridge to catch crabs and cover them with mud. Sometimes, I would stand on the bridge with my companions and fish to see who could catch the most fish, which was my happiest childhood.

When I reached school age, my friends and I walked on this small bridge in groups, recalling that when I was a child, whenever I crossed this bridge, my mother always hugged me, hummed songs, and greeted the people on and under the bridge. Dad always told me stories while photographing mosquitoes. After a few years, I finally don't need to be accompanied by adults, and the items always like to run under the bridge in the summer, put my feet in the water, cold and refreshing.

And my favorite dish of fried cakes, my mother flattened the sticky dough filled with bean paste, put it into a boiling oil pan, and fried it until it was golden brown and fished out to dry the oil. Eat it hot, the aroma is breathtaking, the texture is loose and fresh, and the oil is not greasy. I was also at the bridge, sharing my mother's craft with my friends.

With the passage of time, I came to Beijing to work hard, and even in my dreams, I often missed the bridge in my hometown and my mother's fried cake. It wasn't until I met Tsuzo-chikumi that the scent burrowed into my nostrils and I smelled it once by chance. That's the smell of Mom's fried cake, familiar and warm. So I became a regular visitor to the best food in Tsusan, where I found the good taste of my childhood, and also found the sweetness and warmth of the heart.