Mother's food is the best, wherever she goes, it tastes like a home when she eats garlic, and it's been for decades, and she does it every year, remembering that when she's young, she'll make a table for the winter, and now she's got plenty to eat, so she can do it whenever she wants to, and it's easy to do it quickly, and it's good to have food, and it's worth more than humans。
Every fall, the worst is this mouth, which has not changed for decades, and which is not enough to eat every year, but it is only in autumn, when it's available for four seasons, that it feels the most, not only that the fruits of autumn are ripe, but that the quality is so simple and, more importantly, that it is the return, that it is only in autumn, that the memory of the child is the strongest, that the memory of the fall is so spiritual, that it isn't one person who wants to eat it, but that it tastes like the old smell of the pot's juice, that it really feels the deep autumn, that the autumn of maturity and harvest is over, that the four seasons are back, the winter, the spring, the fall, and the rest of the week, that Mom's memories, our memories are all hidden here, with a pot of old smell, and that light of the memory, and that life is forever full of sunshine。
When my sister harvests, she harvests a very strange eggplant, and looks at him with a dynamic, spiral up, and gives him an incentive, perhaps by wind, or by bumps of the same kind, and in any case it's not easy to grow, in the middle it's like being held by rope, not growing, and the periphery continues to grow, and then it grows into a spiral, and it turns two circles, and it exclaims the greatness of life! Having this eggplant, you really don't know how to eat it, cutting it down, whether it's stew or fried, without seeing the strength of its life and the hardship of its life, of course, without eating it, its life will be worthless. If you want to go, it's only by keeping its body intact. The only way to do this is to steam, a taste he can't forget, and let him continue to spark life into humanity. So, with ham, tomatoes and chili sauce, it's given a different form of air, and it's put on the table like a flower, hoping that life will always be sunshine。
