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2020.5.1 Sweet and Sour Childhood

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    Received a courier this afternoon. It was a small box of plums from my hometown. When I opened the fresh-keeping box, the fragrance of plums permeated the whole living room. Well, this is the plums from my hometown, the taste of childhood

    After I went to college, I was too far away from home, and it was rare to eat plums from my hometown.  Every time I go to the supermarket and see plums, I get very excited and often buy a small bag in the supermarket.  However, the plums in the supermarket have been stored for several days after being transported in various ways, and they are rarely kept fresh. Every time I eat the plums in the supermarket, I still think about the plums in my hometown.

    When I was young, I planted a lot of plum trees at home. After school in the afternoon, I passed by my orchard, and I could climb to the trees with my friends to pick plums. Even our primary school planted several plum trees. At that time, I was studying in the classroom on the first floor, often the teacher  Following the instructions in front of the podium, sitting by the window, I glanced out of the window from time to time, counting how many ripe plums there are in the plum tree outside the window, which one is the largest, so that I can run to pick it after class

    A whole box of plums was given away to some friends. In addition to keeping some in the refrigerator, I made a small bowl of pickled plums, put them on the chopping board and smashed them with a knife, then put them in a porcelain bowl, sprinkled with sugar, chopped pepper, and  There is some salt Taste it yourself, it's sweet and sour, it's still the taste in memory.

    The plums in my hometown carry the fragrance of the soil unique to my parents and the breath of the wind in my hometown.  The red and yellow plums are like candies tasted one by one in childhood, counting the fond memories of childhood.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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