What s your most memorable taste of home?

Smoke. I think the most homely taste, when I was a child, I lived in the countryside, left behind children, no one cared about, and ran outside crazy every day. At dusk, the yellow sunset, the sunset in the sky, and the faint smoke of cooking.

Different from ordinary cigarettes, cooking cigarettes have a special taste of life, the taste of warm home.

The smell of my hometown in my nose is the smell of wheat after harvesting wheat in summer. In autumn, the corn stalks are crumbled and have a sweet smell.

The fragrance of gardenias, when I was a child, a gardenia was planted in the yard at home, and when it bloomed, the yard was full of fragrance, and the gardenias bloomed a lot, and people from all over the country came to pick them, and my grandmother was not annoyed, and sometimes I was asked to pick a bag to give to my classmates and teachers. Where is the sunset township, and the Yanbo River makes people worried.

Wheat. The wheat in my hometown has been planted for many years, my grandfather planted it, my grandfather planted it, and my father planted it. The new wheat seedlings, the green ears of wheat, the ripe wheat grains, the dry wheat in the drying field, and the old wheat in the grain pile, each taste different.

This taste is grounded and satisfying. There is a small happiness.

Locust tree flowers, there are a lot of locust trees in my hometown. The spring is warm, the wind is warm, and the light locust tree flowers are sweet and refreshing. I like to eat it the most. Later, the acacia was gradually replaced by the acacia, which grew fast, the flowers were large and numerous, and the taste was fragrant and rich, but it always felt that something was missing.

In the northwest town of Hubei, the taste of hometown should be cherry blossoms in early spring, the scene of cherry blossoms blooming all over the mountains, and the fragrance of flowers in the air has not been experienced for many years.

Home in Hebei, some of the deeper taste in the impression is the fragrance of acacia flowers in spring, it happens that I have seen a few locust trees in the school these days, and the locust flowers are blooming just right. When I was a child, I often ate it raw, fried or steamed, and I haven't eaten it for many years.

When I was a child, the peasants burned the grain straw on the spot after harvesting it, and the air was always filled with the smell of smoke and fire, so that many people who were studying abroad went home from vacation and sighed: This is the smell! Once when I took the train home, a southerner got off the train together, sniffed his nose and said a word in confusion:

What a smell of war?!

In May, the wheat grows into a huge and tender green blanket, the peach blossoms cover the mountainside with a pink mist, lying on the field, tugging the kite string with your hand, watching the white clouds drift, the long childhood seems to never end, it is full of the smell of grass and peach blossom fragrance of freedom.

The smell of earthy aroma after the rain. Because there are often thundershowers in the tropics every afternoon, the feeling of coolness and easy breathing after the rain is only experienced by me during the spring thunderstorm season in Beijing.

Tung tree flowers in spring, urinating in summer, rotten apples in autumn, and firewood in winter. Probably, this is my childhood.