My hometown - Baoying.

It is the famous "Hometown of Lotus Root".

In Baoying, lotus root is the best gift for relatives and friends.

Lotus root is full of deep nostalgia and the unique simplicity of Baoying people.

The lotus root in my hometown is white, tender, and juicy. It is as white as jade, without a trace of stain, and is dressed in milky white "clothes", like a child's arms.

Cut open the lotus root, and the lotus root threads are still connected inside. This is the so-called "the lotus root is broken and the threads are still connected."

Suddenly, there will be a burst of unique fragrance of lotus root, refreshing the heart and lungs.

July and August every year are the best times for lotus roots to be on the market.

It can be eaten raw or made into delicious side dishes.

Eaten raw, cool and refreshing, stir-fried side dishes, sweet and sour lotus root are children's favorite.

It can also be made into lotus root with meat. During the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, the elderly will make a piece of small lotus root into lotus root cakes and offer it to the moon.

At this time, we all sat at the table, admiring the beautiful moonlight while tasting the specialty of our hometown-lotus root. How full of nostalgia and nostalgia!

I remember that when I was seven years old, I spent August 15th in Baoying.

What a wonderful Mid-Autumn Festival it was!

Sitting in the courtyard, there is a beautiful lotus pond behind you. The night sky is like dark blue velvet, studded with sparkling little stars.

There are fresh lotus roots just picked on our table, exuding bursts of fragrance. Isn't this the "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" written by Zhu Ziqing?

I accidentally asked a question: Why are lotus roots so white and not dirty at all?

Not allowing me to think too much, my mother stroked my head and said, "It's because the lotus root is a symbol of Baoying. It is actually the stem of the lotus, growing in the mud of the lotus pond. The lotus root was born from here, but when we pick it up

At this time, it is still white, tender and juicy, which is its nature." After my mother finished speaking, she looked at me meaningfully.

I nodded in understanding.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival, I will think of my mother’s meaningful words.

Only now do I understand the true meaning of my mother's words.