This is a small town. There are not many opportunities to visit this town once a year. Most of the time, I just cross the busy street and leave in a hurry.
? Mom, this cake is delicious. Where did you buy it? ? Wind pavilion. ? Where is the wind pavilion? ? That's your hometown! ? My first impression of this town is actually a sweet maple pavilion cake.
Later, the memory of the town was not just Fengting cake.
The first thing to do when I go back to my hometown is to give my grandparents a big hug. After hugging, grandma who is full of joy always takes out a piece of candy from her pocket and hands it to me. ? Good boy, sister and sister are all in the house. Go play with them! ? As soon as my voice dropped, I went to play.
The happiest thing is that Sister Yang took me and my sister to play in the street. My sister had a few dollars in her hand, and when she saw a vendor selling winter melon candy, she exchanged those crumpled dollars for some winter melon candy for us to eat. Eating melon candy and listening to the noise in the street, the tricycle across the street is rickety, and my sister will tell me a little story about my hometown. How cozy!
Sometimes, when grandpa is in a good mood, he hums Puxian Opera and takes us to the seaside on a motorcycle. The town is close to the sea, and the air is always filled with the smell of the sea. In this smell, the town becomes more interesting. The sea in the small town seems not as wide as that in Xiamen. There is a black reef on a small golden beach, and the home of the little oyster is on the reef. At this time, grandpa will tell us cheerfully that he played by the sea when he was a child, digging crabs and looking for shells? Glorious deeds? Grandpa's eyes are full of memories. Grandpa took a piece of maple pavilion cake from his pocket and gave it to us. He said with a smile, you children, no matter where you go in the future, don't forget the taste of your hometown! ?
I love this small town. I love the sea breeze and the sweet rice cakes. Love her beautiful scenery, curling smoke.
But I prefer a small corner of this town? Hometown.
I crossed the sea and mountains in my dream and saw the graceful posture of the small town, huh? Why is the air still filled with the smell of the sea and the sweetness of rice cakes?
After waking up, I don't know if I dreamed of a small town or if there was a little me in the heart of the town.