As the spring wind gets warmer, the white bouquet hangs on a string of branches, shaking in the warm wind. Like a string of little butterflies, tender, sweet, with a fragrance of a small mountain. A flower is like a flower, and it's a spring thing, and it's a flower, and it's a flower, and it's put its petals down in its mouth with a sweet smell. Take them home when they've had enough flowers, and let the grown-ups mix them up with corn, and then boil them with salt, and then they rinse them with garlic, sweet, sweet, nice and nice. A lot of people are used to pasta to make pancakes, and I think it's a lot more than pasta, which isn't soft enough. I'll tell you about the square of my bouquets. I wash the bouquets a little bit and then pour them into the dry flour mix, so that every bouquet is covered with dry flour. Scramble the bouquets into loose bands and press them into noodles. And this is the way that the porcelain bouquets are visible, sweet and soft。
Yesterday, as soon as she came into the house, she saw her mother's finger hurt, and I asked her how she did it, and she laughed and said it was a hiccup. I don't know. It's been years since I left home. Every year Mom picks flowers from the mountains to feed me. 'Cause Mom knows I like flowers. It's more a nostalgia than a taste. Mom's almost 60 now. Remember when I was a kid, I was always the most active, climbing up the mountain to pick the flowers. One time, she fell from a tree, and she was stuck in the middle of two trees with her thigh squeezed in her chest, lucky she found it in time. One time I picked up a big pack of bouquets and Mom threw it in the trash. I cried so sad. And then Grandma brought me the bouquets... and it took years to find out that Mom didn't throw them at me, but instead gave them to me. Mom was always like this in my life, playing a bad guy。
May is the season of bouquets, where windows are opened or on the road outside the district, and a fragrance of bouquets can be seen. It's been a few years since the steamed flowers were eaten, and this time they were picked because there were lots of trees planted outside the district. The flowers also remind me of my childhood, part of my childhood at home. At that time, because of a tree that had been growing for more than a decade outside Grandma's house, every month in May, a group of partners climbed the tree to pick herbs, and took them home with a basket of flowers to steam, fry or bag them. There is no time for joy, but sometimes childhood is so beautiful。
There was a small amount of cooking for Mom in the period before Mother's Day, so the cranberry cake was made exclusively for her, and it was also known as the acupuncture: it tasted sweet, rich in vitamins and minerals, and it also had the effect of styrolysis, haematosis, blood pressure and the prevention of strokes. They can then be made of soup, gravy, rice, bouquet cake and dumplings. cranberry: The best health care for female friends is to reduce the incidence of ulcer and stomach cancer, to reduce cardiovascular aging, to combat ageing, to avoid dementia, to maintain beauty and to maintain young skin health。