Steam flowers

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。