When I was a child, my neighbor's aunt picked lime grass from the ground and made it into sweet and fragrant lime grass cakes. Every time my aunt will send us a few to taste, the fragrant smell is still in my taste buds' memory, and it will pop out when I think of it.
My mother is a worker in a state-owned textile factory. From the town to the countryside, she knows almost nothing about all kinds of wild vegetables, and she can't tell which ones are edible and which ones are not. The lime grass cake made by my neighbor's aunt makes me want to eat more. I begged my mother to make lime grass cake, too. It's a pity that my mother doesn't understand lime grass and can't make it. She looked at my expectant eyes and said to me with a wry smile, "OK, mom quit." The elder sister standing by looked at my poor appearance and said, "Brother, I'll pick lime grass for you."
My sister is ten years older than me. She has been very clever since she was a child, and she is proficient in farm work and needlework. She went out with a basket of grass, and soon came back with a basket full of lime grass. First, the elder sister washed lime grass in the river in front of the door. Then she took some lime from the lime pool in her neighbor's house, and then put lime grass and lime into the water in the pot to burn together. With the hot air, the fragrance slowly floated out of the gap in the lid, got into my nose, and my saliva flowed out of my mouth. My sister also mixed the prepared glutinous rice flour with lime grass and lime grass water to make a green lime grass cake. Next, fry the lime grass cake in an iron pan. Lime grass cake "zi zi" cried, gradually turned golden yellow, and the green smell immediately won the house. The lime grass cake with yellow outside and green inside is ready and I can't wait to eat it. My sister said with a smile that I should be careful not to burn. If I eat the lime grass cake made by my sister, I will be happy all day.
Yesterday, the elder sister came to the hospital to visit her old father, took out the lime grass cake and said, "When you were a child, your mouth was the most greedy. Seeing the delicious food in my neighbor's house, I have to cook it. I made a little more last night and brought it today. I don't know if you still like it. "
Holding the lime grass cake that is already a little soft, I am a little stunned. I thought of my aunt next door, my mother who couldn't make a cake, and the hard times in the past ... when I held it in my hand, I couldn't put the lime grass cake in my mouth.
I looked at the lime grass cake with tears in my eyes. The cake is still soft and fragrant. After years of precipitation, the innocence of childhood has been interesting until old age. In that ordinary cake, I deeply felt a kind of affection that blood is thicker than water. Looking at my old father who is getting weaker and suffering from illness, I look forward to a miracle in his dying life and a brilliant light again. In the impermanence of life, I pray that the old people can spend their last time in peace, just like a humble lime grass quietly waiting in the field, quietly looking up at the endless blue sky in the bright sunshine.