A guacamole, full of memories of childhood, smells like mom. I was born in the countryside, familiar with fields, familiar with fruit and familiar with food. Landmelons are a form of crop, and every winter, when I remember, they cook a pot of melons, and sometimes they find them in a pot that looks nice and dry, and sometimes they make them and eat them directly. But most of the country's melons are cooked for their own pigs. I remember eating melons, sweet. Mom's favorite guacamole。
