Early in the morning, the window is hazy with light water vapor. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he woke up from a queer dream. To the ears, the crisp round dance of pots and pans. "Wake up--" is the mellow breathing of your long voice; look up, meet your friendly smile. The first thing you need to do is to turn around and meet your hand holding the most beautiful milky white.
The small spoon in the white porridge soaked half of the body, bright red soft sweet jujube and milky white fat silver ear is the most beautiful encounter in my eyes. Sweet porridge lingers with curls of hot air, Shi Shi Ran hazy vision. Memory, however, seems to be sweet fragrance hooked, wandering in the Hongmeng water vapor, a section of very different but affectionate taste feast and I met again.
Autumn appendage lock deep love. Walking on the carpet of colorful leaves, gently turn your hand in the small fan like ginkgo biloba into the courtyard, surprised to meet you do osmanthus cake figure. Your eyes are like a painting, reflecting the soft sunlight that grows by inches. You are a fine finger, a lift, a pull, a small as a broken moon osmanthus flowers will meet with me. You spread out the glutinous rice, gently pounded with a mortar and pestle, and finely ground it. Your hair is falling from your forehead, but you don't realize it, you just knead the moist rice ball with great care, little by little. "Click", you branded them with the seasons' seals, put them into the cage, and covered them. When the white color and cinnamon aroma met me, you joyfully handed me a piece. "Yummy!" Hearing my praise, you were also infected as if the joy spread in your eyes and splashed out. The corners of your mouth hooked up, good-looking sprinkle vortex rippled into sweet osmanthus flowers: "Our baby's day ah, also like this osmanthus flowers as sweet!" I met the small golden color on the flower cake, I smiled, it is the childish joy without concealment. In the intoxicating fragrance, and your smile, and the flowers meet, a sweet attachment to home spread my heart.
Spring Hua idle fall grass deep. The boulders at the bridge are blotted with ink into a piece of flower green. I moved a small stool and watched you make green dumplings. You smile at me, and your hair is like grass and trees in the wind. You hold a mortar and pestle, soak the mugwort leaves and crush them. As the bowl overflows with the green color of the leaves, the scent of mugwort grows stronger in the air. When you raise your hand, the snow-white glutinous rice flour spreads like snowflakes. With a smile on your face, you divide the dumplings into small doses and gently rub them together, and the snow-white dumplings will be dyed green and rich, just like the good times. You open the cage, accompanied by the fog, the simple and heavy as jade-like green dough will meet me. Bite down, the corners of the mouth, the fragrance of the aioli reverberate, and the sweetness of the bean paste delicate intertwined, in the heart of a long time rippling. You cupped my face, leaving the fragrance of mugwort between your fingers: "My son, you're going to middle school soon. Mom hopes that you are also like this green dumplings, simple and innocent, exudes a strong but not ostentatious. Clear fragrance, will be a cultured dense in the heart." I nodded my head and made a pact with you under the flowers. Spring flowers wantonly rosy, and your warm palm, and the refreshing fragrance of the Ai group met, a simple introverted calm quietly cultivate my heart.
The summer solstice is a dream of ten miles. The first summer, the day has been slightly hot. Spring broad bean purple red flowers, has become green broad bean clip. A crescent moon like, one only with the green leaves fluttering in the breeze. You run a handful of green fennel and wash it. Dip your hands in the water and rub the beans vigorously. Light the fire, heat the oil, pour the beans, add water ...... briskly and quickly. The hot tongue of the fire licked the bottom of the pot, beans and spatula collision, rustling. Wuhuo fire stir fry, broad beans and fennel jumped up passionate waltz; cultural fire slow cooking, to be broad beans meat swelling skin cracks, you turn off the fire, plate, served on the table. The aroma of star anise and fennel fills the house. Hold up and taste, there is a different flavor. "Do people like fava beans, simple and thick, magnanimous and open-minded; do people like fennel, warm and delicate, reasonable; do people like anise, passionate and enthusiastic, singing ......" fennel bean aroma and your devoted teaching and I met, so that I lost the exam to regain I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Meeting with the five flavors, and the four seasons dancing. The simple ingredients in your hands into a delicious meal. And who says that this sweet and sour taste is not the most beautiful love you met? Your love has quietly cohesion in this food, this time and again the most beautiful encounter, subtle subtle let me understand the true meaning of life and the truth of man.