I saw an old man selling water chestnuts in the market, bright and full, and I had an appetite when I looked at him. I bought a few, cleaned and peeled them immediately after I got home, and prepared to make sweet soup.

While cutting water chestnut, I can't help but recall that fresh and pure youth.

He lives in the front row of my house. We are the same age and grew up together. We were really childhood friends. I don't know when we started, but we became inseparable. Maybe from that summer. He rode a bicycle and carried me through the wheat fields, and the annoying wind lifted my skirt. My face turned red, and I couldn't smell the aroma of cooked wheat for a long time, only remembering to bite Rinrin. He invited me to enjoy the cool under the big pagoda tree in the afternoon, and we talked in a low voice, but somehow there were so many endless words that cicadas were jealous and tried their best to "know, know". As for us, we have never felt anything, just chatting enthusiastically and quietly. After dinner, we lit a bonfire and invited some playmates. We sang songs, admired the moon and talked about our vision for the future in front of the starry sky. ...

The water is spraying, and the cut water chestnut can be washed again to make soup. Cut the horseshoe into thick slices, put it in clear water, cook for 5 minutes on high fire, take it out, put it in a bowl with wine, and sprinkle a handful of washed wolfberry. Don't eat, just look at the color, it's pleasing to the eye. A simple sweet soup, in this hot early autumn, brings me a crisp and sweet fragrance, which cannot be erased from my memory.

Every autumn, his sister is weak, always coughing for several days, and sometimes having a fever for several days. His mother said that water chestnut is a cold food and has a good effect of clearing away heat and purging fire. It can not only clear away heat and promote fluid production, but also supplement nutrition. Most suitable for patients with fever and dry cough. Although the fermented glutinous rice is hot, folk remedies say that the combination of the two has the effect of clearing away heat and penetrating rash. So his mother always cooks a pot of sweet soup when the autumn wind just rises. Me too. I can always have a few drinks. That taste, a little sour and sweet, likes the crispness of water chestnut best ... He just looked at me greedily and giggled.

Another autumn wind, a bowl of sweet soup, waiting for people who come home late. I wonder if he remembers the crispy water chestnut and the mellow wine?