Original Poems: New Year's Flavor II:
The mother boils the water and steamed buns, and the wisps of wheat fragrance are squeezed out of the door.
Taste in the laughter, and the endless aftertaste is the mother's grace.
The pace of the Spring Festival is gradually approaching, and the air is filled with a strong smell of the New Year。On such a festive day, I am extremely grateful to recall the New Year's flavor that my mother prepared for me. The firewood in the stove crackled, and boiling water boiled on the stove.
The busy figure of the mother shuttles through the kitchen, she skillfully manipulates the dough in her hands, and kneads it into round buns with flour, water, and yeast. The buns are slowly fermented in the steamer, accompanied by wisps of heat, giving off an enticing aroma.
The moment the buns are steamed, the whole kitchen is filled with a strong smell of wheat. I couldn't wait to get closer and smell it, and the aroma was so good that I couldn't help but swallow. My mother looked at me anxiously and said with a smile, "Don't worry, wait until it's cold before eating." ”
Finally, when the bun was cold, I picked one up and took a bite, and my mouth was full of mother's taste.
It is the taste of love, the taste of home, and the taste of happiness. After tasting it, I felt as if I had returned to that warm home and felt the care and love of my mother.
Now, I have grown up and left my mother's arms. However, every Chinese New Year, I think of the New Year's flavor that my mother prepared for me. It's not just the taste of food, it's the taste of home, the taste of family.
Here, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to my mother:Thank you, dear Mom! The flavor of the New Year that you cooked for me with love will always remain in my heart.
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