Zongzi knows that I loved you.

Zongzi knows that I loved you.

Some people, like us, have to avoid greetings once they are separated. Maybe one day I will even forget about this.

1.

she was only fourteen years old when she met him when he was a little fat man. They met under the street lamp of the alley at night. She fell to the ground, her little pink skirt had been covered with greasy soup, and the ponytail stuck out a little hair behind her head in panic. He, on the other hand, was fighting with the big man beside him. The neckline was covered with greasy hand marks and looked very embarrassed. If the uncle who sold fruit hadn't passed by with a burden, I'm afraid he would have been beaten even fatter.

he said, "Don't be afraid. I'm here. Whoever bullies you will bully me first."

it's Dragon Boat Festival, and everyone is preparing zone and meat stuffing, as well as big salted egg yolks. But her family is poor, can not afford to buy meat, they can not afford to buy the kind of big meat dumplings. He secretly took an extra zongzi from the steamer into his schoolbag. To the trot, zongzi was in his schoolbag, swinging and shaking, sticky glutinous rice slipped out of the leaves, clinging to his workbook and stationery bag, leaving a taste that had not been dispersed for a long time, and one could not separate the glutinous rice from the other. When she ate the zongzi, it was already a recess, and the leaves dispersed and left layers of water stains, braving the tip of the rice dumplings, fell into the palm of her hand.

"Why don't you eat? is it cold?"

"No, it's warm."

"eat quickly. I'll send it to you first thing in the morning."

before dawn the next day, he stood on her doorstep, and she saw zongzi before she could see the sun. It's boiling. I don't know how to do it. He took it over, peeled off the coat of zongzi, and handed it to her carefully.

"eat while it's hot, don't burn it."

when she plucked away the rice dumplings, she saw a piece of meat coming out of the rice dumplings dishonestly. It was five-colored meat, a layer of red, a layer of sparkling, with a thin skin, which was instantly melted in her mouth. Each grain of glutinous rice was gently wrapped in the oil steamed from pork, not greasy, but leaking fragrance through the teeth. When the tongue licks the upper lip, you can also taste a little bit of the sweetness left when the zone is wrapped in layers. At that time, she was still a child with a ponytail, but even adults could not tell whether the past was light or heavy.


2.  as a matter of fact, there are many delicacies and unforgettable foods in different regions of China and the West. Many years later, she doesn't remember the taste of zongzi, but she remembers that summer, a little boy accompanied her to eat a taste. This taste is once in a lifetime and can no longer be copied. Belongs to the smell of time, but also only belongs to the people in that time.

We taste memories and often miss them. Sometimes we just want to have another taste with the people in our memories. Chinese people say that eating sex is also, talking about eating men and women. Eating is a matter related to the five senses, and if everything comes in from the mouth, we should not be careless at all. A festival, a kind of food, after time, through the fire and smoke, until the moment it touches your taste buds, there is no easy process. Food, like time, has traced, passing through the tip of your tongue, slipping through your upper jaw, trembling in your throat, and moving down the esophagus into your body.

Spicy sweet, light moistening throat, romantic hand washing to make soup, obsessive entanglement of a sleeved spoon, several dishes on the table, two people sitting under the lamp. The immortal couple, immortal couple, no matter which immortal falls to the ground, I'm afraid they can't carry people in their hearts and rice in the pot.

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every year after I met him at the Dragon Boat Festival, she ate different zongzi from him. In the early years, it was his mother's craftsmanship, but these years it became his innovation, sometimes from yogurt cranberries and sometimes from cheese bacon. Zongzi is no longer the same as it used to be, they are changing different patterns and simple tastes in his hands, just like him, not greasy but endless.

our hope for lovers is always the same, but we hope that life is always new. zongzi, yellow rice wine, and Salted Duck Egg are the constant themes of the Dragon Boat Festival. Now Tmall supermarket has a new idea of Dragon Boat Festival activities, bringing new feelings to our Dragon Boat Festival taste buds with changing tastes. Why can zongzi only have one way to eat it? can't it change from being the same in the world to being very different as in this video?

Let the taste buds remember that there used to be fresh stimuli.

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Today she has been standing on the balcony for a long time, probably because the festival is approaching, she recalled these stories of the past, and the people in the story have long been separated, she just suddenly thought, maybe it is time to greet her old friend, is just a very simple greeting of a happy holiday.  

she took out her cell phone and looked at his name in the address book for a long time until the screen gradually dimmed. When she walked back to the living room, she silently said to herself that there was no need.

"some people, like us, avoid greetings once they get separated.

maybe one day I'll forget all this, but it doesn't matter.

at least, zongzi knows I loved you. "

maybe the best love word is just a "eat it while it's hot, don't burn it."

and the most romantic scene may be in someone who tosses and turns from the bottom of the pot and fishes it out and gives it to himself. what kind of taste can't be copied? I mean, maybe taste buds will help you remember.