Honeytree

As a northerner and as a northerner, the fragrance of the rice and the sweetness of the date is the taste of every child. When we were young, every afternoon, there were those who went to the village to sell their scabs, but not many, especially precious, but every time we came to sell, the mother bought one for us, but she couldn't take a taste of it, and watched as we licked all our leaves clean, and she laughed, and said: Next time I will give you a taste and you will eat enough. That's it, the mother who's never had a sting for us to learn about it, we sat in front of the pot for the first time for two hours, and we opened the lid, and a big pot of rice-tree porridge hotted out of the pot, but we ate very well. Mothers do what they want, fail again and again, and we finally ate sweet dates. When we got a family, the man wanted to eat sweet food and buy some stubbles at noon, and then thought about it, so he bought food, and as the mother had done in the past, she didn't think it would be a success。