Speaking of it, the tofu flower that I ate as a child is also relatively blind in the world. In the street, every afternoon, someone carries a burden and shouts: tofu flower! Fresh tofu flower! I always take a coin and hand it to the old man who sells tofu flowers and say, Grandpa, will you put more shrimp? All right, all right! The old man smiled, opened the lid and scooped out a bowl of steaming tofu brain, skillfully sprinkled salt and monosodium glutamate, poured soy sauce and sesame oil, and finally added laver, shrimp and chopped green onion, and a bowl of delicious tofu brain was ready. I carefully held it in my hand and began to taste it. Ah, laver and shrimp add flavor to tofu flower, and the refreshing and smooth tofu flower slips into your mouth, which is really fragrant and memorable.
Now, it is difficult to eat a bowl of tofu, and a breakfast shop on the street that used to have tofu is closed. Asked my mother where there was a tofu shop, she said there was one on the street, but it was not as delicious as before. Alas, I sighed. Why is it so difficult to eat a bowl of tofu flower now?
However, the baked sweet potato on the street is still fragrant, which was only recently discovered. I remember that there used to be an aunt wrapped in a flower headscarf who sold sweet potatoes. As long as it was golden yellow inside, it was definitely sweet. Holding a hot sweet potato in your hand, peel it off and take a bite, which is sweet and fragrant. What a double enjoyment! Now he is an old man who looks lovely. He leaned against the telephone pole, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders shrank. Every time I pass by, he almost always does. When I first saw this stall, I bought one without hesitation. I was glad to take it home through my sleeve and peel it off. Is golden yellow, bite, the in the mind cold half: there is no sweetness in memory! Unexpectedly, looking for baked sweet potatoes for several years gave me such an answer. I really don't know what to say.
Oh, and corn! I once ate corn at my mother's friend's house. God, it's delicious. My mouth is watering now. That corn, first of all, smells good. I took a bite, and it was full of sweet glutinous rice, which was surprisingly sweet. I'll never forget that smell. Last time my mother said that the corn in a cake shop was delicious, so I went to buy one. The result is a little exaggerated, but it's just a little bad.
I really don't know if I was young and not demanding at that time, or if the food was really not as delicious as I remember. I can't find anything as delicious as before anyway. Hey, what the hell is this?
Demonstration 2 of the first day of "Taste in Memory", the car is driving on a spiral road, like a ribbon fluttering in the hands of a dancer. Although it is winter, the cold temperature has not affected our mood, and the atmosphere in the carriage is very warm. Everyone is singing to celebrate this romantic winter.
This is the first time to celebrate the New Year in such a far place! My sister smiled and said to me. As he spoke, he leaned on my shoulder and sang Jay Chou's Xiang Tao.
Sea! Sister, it's the sea! I shouted out of the window in surprise. Sea! Is it really the sea? My sister pulled me out of the car and ran to the seaside. It turns out that there are really many shells on the beach, and I am intoxicated by those white and gold.
When the wind blows, I can't help shivering. Winter in the southeast is really a little cold! Inadvertently looking back, I saw my uncle and aunt standing in front of a stone and bickering, just like Guo Rongceng stood here many years ago. Regardless of the cold of the sea, take off your shoes and feel the impact of the waves and the vastness of the sea. Suddenly, my sister asked me: Sister, have you ever heard the smell of the sea? Before I could answer, she stuffed a conch into my ear. Whoo-hoo is mysterious and profound. Bend over to the sea, slowly open your arms, listen to the sound of the waves, and rush to the priority. I think this is the' breath' of the sea! What is imprisoned in the conch forever is the crying of the sea, lonely and lonely.
I turned around and asked my sister with a smile: Have you ever tasted the tears of the sea? My sister looked at me doubtfully. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth against the sea breeze. The faint salty taste spreads on the tip of the tongue, and only the heart can truly feel its existence. No one's tears are bitter, and there is no strong seawater. Just a little dizzy. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find that my sister was learning my taste, but I licked my lips and looked at my naive sister. I can't help laughing.
It's almost dusk before I know it, sitting on the beach, looking at this beautiful and colorful vast sky, thinking. A group of Bai Ou flew by in a hurry. Are they entrusted to people's minds? The sun arrogantly dyed the whole world orange, and this group of gorgeous birds performed touching love in this vast sky.
When the sunset put away the afterglow on the left, our happiness has just begun. We made a fire on the beach, grilled fish and sang songs. After the smiling faces lit by the bonfire, we miss our city late at night. Because of the cold, everyone went back to the car. I was about to fall asleep when my sister shook my hand. Little girl, it's so late, go to bed quickly! But my sister just gave me a big conch and closed her eyes and went to sleep without saying anything. Conch in the dark, with a hint of sapphire blue, I put the conch close to my ear and heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice.
Although it has been more than a year, every time I put the conch close to my ear, I can't help but close my eyes and open my mouth to catch the faint salty taste.
I still remember that autumn full of red leaves, golden rice fields, kites swaying in the blue sky, running children and unforgettable laughter filled the whole happy season. This innocent picture has been spinning in my mind, and my memory is so clear, but all this is too good to be true. Or because it is too beautiful and precious, this memory has never been blurred or lost in the stream of time.
Childhood is always so happy. In those days when we were in a daze on the swing, we were immersed in the story that Peter Pan didn't want to grow up and ran in the golden rice fields. That carefree time and those running figures are the most beautiful scenery. Any happiness in the future is irreplaceable by the season of full ears of wheat and fragrant rice and the age of innocence. Or because of the smell of ears of rice in childhood, let us miss the familiar taste.
Gradually, we grew up. We are not Peter Pan. The story that we don't want to grow up is just a fairy tale. I began to stay away from that rice field, began to forget this blue sky and began to pursue my dream trip. The world of childhood has gone away at any time. Those childish memories have faded, but perhaps the nostalgia for the past has deepened.
Once rice fields were never isolated islands in our dreams. In reality, we are happy castles. Here, we create our own beauty and pursue our own fragrant rice and happy taste. Those willfulness and childishness are left far away by us.
In the journey of chasing dreams, I occasionally stop in a hurry and look back. I found the footprints of this progress and the shallow traces of my childhood, but I will never forget the taste of Daoxiang. Perhaps, this is a childhood gift, because sooner or later, we will travel far. Your gift is my belief, and I will stick to my dream.
Recalling the happy child in my memory, I felt familiar and strange, left the rice field and disappeared. Those beautiful things still linger in my heart, but the taste of happiness has always been there.
Chasing Xiang Tao, we need to find our own memories, look at the sunshine, look up at the long-lost blue sky and smile. Country songs are our eternal reliance. If we lose them, we will continue to look for them and cherish all the beautiful things, even if we no longer have them.
When time slows down with feelings, we will feel the taste of Daoxiang, the familiar and happy taste. In a trance, it seems to bring us back to the carefree and happy dream of childhood, a dream that is never satisfied but will wake up before it is finished.