About all childhood can't be separated from a certain smell.

Maybe it will run through life.

Together with the working figure in memory and the surrounding air.

. And the breath of soil and vegetation forms a subtle feeling.

China people call it hometown flavor.

Everything grows sometimes, but people freeze the time that never comes back in a certain flavor to make it pass through endless chaos without scattering.

It's as fresh as yesterday,

It's like time has not been disturbed, and years can come back.

It's thick and long, as if it hides the wind and waves of the sea and the wind and frost of the homeland. Learn to get home every time you put it away. Grandma always asks me if I am hungry. Then I will make a bowl of delicious fried rice with eggs. My childhood was filled with the joy of grandma cooking with me. He brought me more than just delicious food. But a precious memory.