The first chapter: the flavor composition of childhood vaguely remembers the small pudding of fifty cents when I was a child. It was cold, waxy, sweet and full of milk fragrance. Every summer after school in kindergarten, I would pester my grandmother to buy me one. This feeling of taste buds on the tip of my tongue always accompanied me until I finished middle school. When I was in a big class, my family came to Hang Cheng because of my mother's job transfer. Compared with my original small county, Hangzhou is so prosperous. High-rise buildings are lined up, neon lights are flashing beautifully, and the night is like day. Of course, food is the biggest change. In this city, you have everything you want at home and abroad, but it seems that there are no cheap popsicles at fifty cents each. ...
To this day, I haven't touched that 50-cent pudding. Occasionally pass by some small shops to look for it, always disappointed. Yes, ice cream is getting more and more delicious now. It is colorful and delicious, but the price is not flattering. For example, a small ice cream ball costs more than 30 yuan. The taste of childhood seems to have left me overnight because of the change in the price of ice cream, but why does the smell of milk always linger in my heart for a long time?
Just a few days ago, I was walking in the community park. I was thirsty and ran into the community store. The boss is a middle-aged and kind woman. As soon as I entered, she shouted to me, "Little girl, we have a new kind of popsicle in our shop. I don't think you have heard of its name. I remember it was my favorite when I was a child. What is it called' big pudding'? "
"Big pudding?" In an instant, I was hit by this familiar and unfamiliar name. I didn't hear what the shopkeeper said in the back, but I burst into tears for some reason.
"Aunt, I want one!" "All right, one yuan!" After paying, I tore open the package and put it in my mouth at once. The taste is still so familiar that I can hardly speak for a moment. However, my eyes darkened later. This is different. A big pudding is a big pudding and a small pudding is a small pudding. No matter how you deny it, it's just like my childhood, which is gone forever. No matter what I call it, I can't come back. ...
After the summer vacation, I really became a junior high school student. Looking back on the road I have traveled in the past thirteen years, I smiled foolishly again. Yes, people will always grow up, just as you can't stop the passage of time. ...
Chapter 2: The taste of childhood life is like a changeable candy, sweet and sour. Childhood is a sweet lollipop. Childhood brings us smiles and happiness. Childhood, only sunshine, no rain; Only happiness, no sadness.
Carefree childhood, carefree. Slide, play house ... all the games depend on you. There is no pressure to study, no burden from parents ... You fell, someone helped you up, got sick, and someone fed you medicine ... In short, childhood is a game, a joy and a carefree life.
Childhood is real. Childhood, no nobility, no power, everyone is equal. All children are like a family. They had a good time as soon as they met. Everyone is the master of childhood and can manipulate it.
Childhood is running, striding forward, not thinking about whether there is a cliff in front, whether there is a mountain in front, not thinking about … continuing to stride forward, running through a forest, running through a path, running through a city … towards the other side of happiness.
Childhood belongs to every child, everyone can have it, and others can't take it away, because everyone has a childhood of their own. They can have a good time in their childhood, which adults can't feel.
The children ran hand in hand and involuntarily shouted the sentence: "Childhood is a sweet lollipop, which brings us smiles and happiness." Childhood, only sunshine, no rain; Only happiness, no sadness. "
I live in an ordinary and little-known small village. Out of the house, it is an alley that is neither wide nor narrow. I like playing with my friends in the alley, not only because there is my best friend in the alley, but also because there is an old pagoda tree in the alley that existed before I was born. ...
In late spring and early summer, the fragrance of Sophora japonica pervades this alley. Sunshine and flowers accompanied my childhood, just like growing up with me in my mother's arms.
Often clamoring for dad to pick some Sophora japonica flowers and mom to make Sophora japonica cakes. "Sophora japonica cake", as its name implies, is a cake made of Sophora japonica. After washing Sophora japonica, mix the eggs with flour and cook in a pan. Although the method is simple, my mother can always make an unforgettable taste.
Sophora japonica cake tastes as delicious as bread, but it is chewy and more fragrant than bread. This kind of cake contains sunshine and a faint local flavor. When you eat it, you seem to have walked into that alley, heard the sweet laughter like a silver bell, and returned to a happy childhood. Sophora japonica, Sophora japonica cake, laughter and laughter have become the most precious and unforgettable memories of my childhood.
Later, this small village changed, and the soil full of local flavor disappeared, and it was replaced by cement road. My favorite old locust tree was ruthlessly cut down by adults in my cries and planted short and ugly holly trees. From then on, the birds stopped coming, and the sweet birds could not be heard. Although holly is evergreen all the year round, I can't smell the fragrance of Sophora japonica on it, only a bitter taste of vegetation. Although the sunshine is warm, it is so dazzling in my eyes.
The taste in memory! I can't smell it anymore, I can't taste it anymore ... This smell is drifting away with time and disappearing with the passage of time.
The smell of childhood! I hope that one day, I can dream back to my childhood, walk into that winding alley and smell the attractive fragrance of Sophora japonica!