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发表时间:2020-10-17 22:07

The long and winding streets, deep alleys, bluestone roads, carved windows, corrugated roofs are raised up high like fishtails, flowing with the rustic luster of black tiles, and disappear in a thick crabapple tree. Whenever the cicadas sounded, the town was filled with the sweet fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus from childhood. Making sweet-scented osmanthus cakes has always been a tradition here.



When the adults are busy with housework, I go to the little girl next door to play. She is two years older than me. She often wears a little red gown, braided in twists, and when she laughs, her eyes are like black grapes soaked in water. When I was a child, I often followed her behind her like a little tail, taking a bite of a sweet "sister", mainly because she has a craft that I admire and desire-she can make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.



I can always see her skillfully grind the round and snow-white glutinous rice into powder, knead it into a ball, soak it in water gracefully, and add it with finely chopped sweet-scented osmanthus to form a small and exquisite jadeite. The tiny scent of worms penetrated into my heart and made my heart itch. Unable to help this temptation, I ran into their courtyard again. "Yeah! The little cat is here again?" She grinned at me and handed over a piece of freshly baked pastry. I can't wait to bite it down, the sticky glutinous lingering between my lips, fainting the long and delicate sweetness, like a spring sun, awakening my sleepy taste buds. I closed my eyes with enjoyment, and heard her laughter is as sweet as osmanthus, echoing in my ears: "Haha, I love to eat so much, I will teach you to do it later!" I nodded gently, my heart filled with fragrance: "Next year, next year I will learn from you!"


Time flies quickly, but it hasn't been the second year. I am about to follow my parents to a more prosperous and unfamiliar place, and the separation is in sight. It was a moon-filled night, and I was ready to go, but she suddenly ran over, her cuffs were still stained with glutinous rice flour. "Eat another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake!" The small crystal clear pastry was held in her hand, glowing with the gentle warm yellow of sweet-scented osmanthus, moonlight flowing from it, woven into a flowing brocade with her own silver thread. Wrap it, let it glow with such light, smooth, simple and bright light. I bit it down, but tears fell out of my eyes. She smiled softly at me, her little hand brushed my cheek, taking away the tears but leaving a little flour. At that time, my face must be very flowery, so she said: "Look at you, you really look like a little cat!" We all laughed, and there were flashes of light in our eyes. "I want to come back, little sister! I will teach you how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes!" I nodded vigorously. She waved at me vigorously until she could no longer see each other.

Later, I could always see such a little man in red waving at me, but once she came to my senses, she was gone again, even the soft sweet-scented osmanthus. Now my hometown has been replaced by a piece of hotels and inns and development zones, and my sister next door has also gone to study abroad. I have never eaten such pure food again, and I have never met such a simple and simple girl.



Those slow and elegant things are already the old dreams of this era. But at the same time, we are also the carriers of those ancient memories. We are moved by our hearts, we inherit the kindness with our eyes, and we keep pursuing them. Those simple lives will once again come alive.

Together with the strong scent of osmanthus, it becomes clearer in my recollection, and becomes a beauty that will never be lost, floating in my heart


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