Mooncakes, all kinds of them, but there's always a special preference for five bean pies, probably because there's only one -- five bean -- in my childhood memory. At that time, I had less chance to eat food in rural areas, except for a few snacks that my parents sometimes brought back. The most impressive ones I remember were the soft old bread, the smelts with ice cream, the old scabs with red silk wrapped in skeptics, and the fragrance, thick and cozy tacos. Although there are really few “goods” to eat at that time, every time they come to mind, it must be the deep love of parents. When the family was in poor condition, the parents had to take some of their home's property to sell and some money to exchange, but they didn't spend the whole day buying food, just to buy us some good food, because they said they couldn't bear to see us looking forward to it, and then to be deeply disappointed... . . . . .the words “to raise a child to know their parents”, are good. Now, I'm a mom, too, and I've always been able to feel the things that parents give us in many of the same scenes with babies. Though my father has left me forever, I believe that his love for me and my love for him will never leave us! Late: Daddy, I love you
