Toona sinensis tastes very high. Grandma's arrival didn't bring me much happiness, but the Toona sinensis she brought excited me for a long time.
The strong smell of Toona sinensis in the kitchen went straight into my nostrils, which made me feel uncomfortable. For dinner, this dish naturally became my favorite.
The fried eggs are inlaid with chopped Toona sinensis, and the color makes people drool. I couldn't wait to take a sip and put it in my mouth. The aroma instantly overflowed my mouth and spread bit by bit. I slowly aftertaste, as if tasting delicious food, completely intoxicated by it.
Grandma smiled kindly when she saw me like this, and her face folded like bark gradually spread out, unable to conceal her joy. She said to me happily, "Your grandfather is busy these days, so why don't you choose more?". I can't climb high, so I just picked a few points and ate more if I like ... "
Hearing this, my heart trembled slightly. Grandma is afraid of heights and her waist is not good, but we all know that. Speaking of which, this is half my reason. When I was a child, I was not sensible and cried for Toona sinensis. It happened that my grandfather had something to do, and my grandmother frowned and looked at me crying. Although she is afraid of heights, she still staggered on the ground to hold a ladder for me. Just as I was about to touch the branch, my foot slipped and I fell off the ladder and hurt my waist. Grandma can't do heavy work from now on.
Once again, I imagined my grandmother climbing a tree in front of me. In order to let her granddaughter have a taste, she ventured to climb the mountain. Maybe I don't know how many times she failed. And her granddaughter didn't show any joy at her arrival. How disappointed her heart should be.
I was shocked. "Eat quickly, what are you thinking?" Grandma lightly chastised. Through her turbid pupils, I can clearly see the deep love in my eyes, like ripples in circles. I should have said, "Nothing." At this time, my heart has already been wrapped in that heavy love.
I put another bite in my mouth, and the tip of my tongue touched Toona sinensis, and the fragrance filled my heart and spleen instantly. I chew it carefully, and there is another fragrance of love in the thick aroma, and there is another taste of love in the greasy sweetness.
The afterglow of the sunset fills the sky, golden and dazzling, even in the evening, it is equally touching, and so is my grandmother's love for me. When I was young, I was by her side, and she naturally loved me; Now, I am far away from her, and in a bustling city, her love for me remains the same. Every time I think of the smell of Toona sinensis, even if I am tired again, my heart will be warm as spring. At that moment, there is always something sweet in my heart.
Toona sinensis tastes very high. My grandfather died early, and my grandparents took care of my cousins. It seems that in my memory, except my parents, there is only my grandmother at home.
In the north, grandma is called grandma, just like "father" and "mother", which is more cordial. And what my grandmother brought me was love, and there was also a harsh side.
In my impression, there are many happy things, even a little vague. And this kind of happiness, the duration, may not even know myself, and I don't know. The traditional concept of "son preference" makes me only get the so-called symbolic "care" from my grandparents, but my grandmother makes me feel another kind of warmth and makes people feel very comfortable, just like the spring breeze blowing on my face.
My grandmother's impression on me was interrupted for some time. At that time, my memory of my grandmother only stayed in a place where I could go to kindergarten with my back and tell me stories every day, because my mother was busy at work. Maybe this is a role similar to my mother's. A few years later, my grandmother returned to her hometown, which brought me a shock. I haven't seen you for a few years. It turns out that a person can become so vicissitudes. My grandmother with coronary heart disease and hypertension insisted on going back to Shanghai to take care of me.
This memory is ordinary and unforgettable.
In fact, at school on weekdays, I don't spend much time with my grandmother. Only when I went back to my hometown during the winter vacation was I so impressed.
There is a Toona sinensis tree in my yard. My mother likes the scent of Toona sinensis very much, so she picks it in autumn and wraps Toona sinensis in jiaozi for the New Year. Grandma's jiaozi is different from the quick-frozen jiaozi in the supermarket, but it's just a little thin. It may be the extra smell, or it may be the smell of Toona sinensis.
I followed my grandmother to pack jiaozi, which is still fresh in my memory.
And the day before, I kept saying that I had to get up early to pack jiaozi. But many times, I have already eaten when I get up, and the smell of Toona sinensis is floating in the room. The unique fragrance always makes people can't help smelling more.
But there are always times when my mother promised to wait until I got up before starting to pack jiaozi. When I was four or five years old, I probably didn't know what "jiaozi" and "New Year's Eve" meant. I just took dough and kneaded it into various shapes. On the second and third days, I still kept the hard dough until it was moldy.
I don't remember the scene that taught me to package jiaozi, but so far, I can't package a completely successful jiaozi. But grandma never felt bored. She asked me to wrap up one failed jiaozi after another and rub one small dough after another. I still clearly remember what she often said: "It is worthwhile to waste a little flour and a piece of dough in exchange for a little happiness for children."
This summer, I regretted watching my grandmother's child with menstruation. Only now did I realize that I was brought up by my grandmother when I was a child. I don't know why, looking at those scenes, I seem to have seen the scene where my grandmother took care of me when I was a child, and my eyes were always wet. Love and Toona sinensis, two unrelated words, have aroused the spark of love in my heart.
I ate the Toona sinensis jiaozi again this year, and I realized the difference:
That's the smell of home, that's the smell of love.
The kind of smell I like in my memory was brought to me by my grandmother in jiaozi.