Taste of hometown

When I was young, my colleague wrote a poem, which included a sentence that "the cow dung eggs on the side of the road emit a fragrant fragrance", and I once laughed at his poems for being elegant and elegant, and cow dung eggs can be included in poetry. In fact, when I was a child in my hometown, cow dung eggs were still smellable from time to time. There is a saying that "familiarity is not seen", but it can also be described as "familiar smell without smell". In fact, I can't remember whether the cow dung eggs are fragrant or not.

One autumn, I returned to my hometown, where I had been away for many years, when it was apple harvesting season, and the smell of ripeness was everywhere in the mountains. The grass is not yet yellow, and the trees are still green. As I passed the cowshed at the edge of the village, I suddenly smelled a familiar and fragrant smell that had been missing for a long time. The smell made my taste buds warm, sweet and so familiar and strange. Finally, when I finally decided it was the smell of cow dung, I suddenly remembered the poem of my colleague.

Colleagues' poems, do not deceive Yu also.

It seems that the hometown does have a taste. The smell of cow dung is one, the taste of grass is also one, and there are yellow and blue wild chrysanthemums blooming in the mountains, as well as ripe grain, harvest fruit, all of which have a taste. I remember that the price of apples that year was more than five dollars a pound, and it was a harvest year full of ripe flavor. However, to say that the taste of the hometown, let us never forget the taste of the mother's milk, although we can no longer remember her taste, but the food that nurtured our life, has melted into an inseparable part of our lives, with us to grow, grow old...