Many people who came from the 1970s and 1980s will have the feeling: "It seems that our material life has indeed become richer, but at the same time we must admit that we have never stopped losing."
The pace of the times is driving the development of human society. Progress has pushed children, whether they are ready or not, to perform in the adult world from generation to generation. Gradually, we all seem to think that we are indeed adults. But every time I see the moment that touches my heart the most, I am shocked to realize that I am just imitating the appearance of adults. In my heart, I am still the innocent person who wants blue sky and white clouds.
For me, the ones that touch my heart the most are peanut crisps .
My sister told me that my father once had nothing, but my mother was a great beauty who was pursued by many people. At that time, among the people who pursued my mother was the second son of the factory. The conditions were very good, and my grandma and grandpa were also most optimistic about that person, but my mother But she fell in love alone with the poor boy who had nothing in the eyes of everyone at that time.
On the wedding day, there was no Ten Miles of Red Makeup Three Books and Six Etiquettes . A bus handed the beautiful woman draped in red cloth into the hands of a poor boy with a silly smile on her face. She blushed and was carried to the ground after the two of them landed. A small home with roots.
Later I learned that it was pouring that night many years ago, and he braved the rain and searched alleys to find a pound of brown sugar and three pieces of warm peanut cakes for her.
My love for the taste of peanut cakes was passed down to me from my mother. Every time I pass by Hufang Bridge, I always buy a few pieces to satisfy my craving and enjoy the fragrance of peanut particles. I wonder if I will also meet someone in the future who is willing to do it for My smile is the one running in the heavy rain, but romance is always elusive.
