Located in the west of Zhejiang, there is a beautiful small town, surrounded by mountains, rivers and mountains.

In the splendid golden light, there is always an unprecedented silence... The name of this small town is Changshan, and it is my hometown.

In my memory, all the good times from babbling to now were spent there.

When autumn comes, it is the most beautiful time in Changshan.

Summer has come to an end unknowingly, and autumn has arrived in a blink of an eye.

Whenever this happens, I always like to pick pomeloes with a cheerful pace.

As I walked along the way, before I reached the Huyoulin, I smelled the fragrance of Huyoulin from afar.

That kind of fragrance floats for ten miles, refreshing the heart and mind, making people can't help but smell it again.

When it arrived, my eyes suddenly lit up.

In the endless green, golden grapefruits are inlaid.

At first glance, it looks like stars twinkling in the sky.

Walking a little closer, Hu You's innocent and cute appearance makes people like her even more heartfeltly.

They were like fat golden dolls, bending the dark green branches into a perfect arc.

Look at their little golden looks, tsk tsk... As soon as Dad saw the golden Huyous, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile, and every word reflected his love for Huyous.

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As soon as I saw Huyou, I ran to the Huyou tree like a bullet that was out of the barrel.

I stroked Huyou gently, for fear of hurting them.

At this time, the Huyous were rolling around in my hands, welcoming me with a smile. Seeing the Huyous like this, my heart was already filled with joy, and I couldn't put it down.

When my father saw what I looked like, he took out a knife and peeled the pomelo open.

Rinse it, and suddenly, golden juice splashes everywhere.

I couldn't wait to look inside and saw that the crystal clear pulp was waiting for me inside. I picked up a piece of pomelo and stuffed it into my mouth without thinking.

For a moment, a cool breath reverberated in my mouth, and I couldn't help but lick my mouth.

Swish, there was another sound, and the sweet and delicious juice flowed into my mouth.

In fact, the sour and sweet flavors also have a different flavor.

Delicious, so delicious!

I couldn't help but admire it again and again, and couldn't stop one mouth after another.

Just when I was eating with gusto, my father said smoothly: Only the Changshan pomelo is the most delicious!

I was in the mood to eat, so I added a sentence, recalling the south of the Yangtze River, the poet must not recall our Changshan Huyou the most.

As soon as the words fell, our family burst into laughter.