The fruits are dazzling and the fragrance is fragrant. However, I love watermelon.
The falling purple sunset spreads all over the melon fields, and the melons and vines are playing under the "blue sea". You can smell the fragrance, but I don't know how the sweet breath floats into the sky, attracting bees and butterflies, even though the flowers have already withered. , the dried flower stalks have long been cut off their tails. Under the sunset, dewdrops condensed on a corner of the melon leaves under the night sky, as if they were blood gushing out from the veins of the leaves, soaked with sweetness.
Secretly picked a watermelon and took it away quietly.
It's night, and the well water has become even colder in the dark. It's refreshingly cold. I don't want to use the refrigerator. I'm telling some old people that the current things can't bring the original taste. The watermelon is tied in a bucket. , hanging down the deep well, it seems that the sweetness of the well water has been blended with the fragrance of watermelon, emitting the unique body fragrance of a beauty, which is also like the smell of Tang Monk. Now I can only wait quietly.
The watermelon would hit the well wall, and the sound would hinder my appetite. I tried to be careful until I felt the coldness of the watermelon soaked in the well water. I carried it with the well water to the table and wiped the water stains on the watermelon with a clean silk cloth. , but I couldn't wipe it dry, there were water droplets oozing out from the peel, and the juice flowing out was mixed with a delicate fragrance. I didn't want to share the food with my family, so I licked the dark green skin of the melon with my greedy tongue, as if licking the depths of the fruit. The taste is an indescribable feeling.
Gently slide the knife down along the tiger stripes of the melon, fearing that it will suddenly burst open and the juice will splash out, like a jade gambler who cannot bear to cut it open, fearing that something unexpected will happen, but I cut it anyway, I was ecstatic. I had to marvel at the ruddy flesh and full juice. You can absorb the unique sugar content of watermelon without any auxiliary sugar. Even people who don’t like sweets will stop and smell it. After smelling the aroma, I picked out the black pearls on the pulp and carefully collected them in a small box. I thought that I would harvest such rich fruits next year.
I gently picked up a leaf of pulp with my hand, bit it down, and the juice flowed down the tip of my tongue to my throat. The endless juice filled my mouth, ready to burst at any time. I swallowed it greedily and tasted it again and again. Covering the pulp, the gelatin-like fibers coiled around the entire mouth. The flavor doesn't seem to escape your tongue. I can only return to the table again, but the sweetness of the fruits will not be swallowed by me, and it is still sweet and lingering on my tongue.
The peels were scattered on the ground and picked up by my mother. There were no traces of being trampled on the ground. The sound of knives clashing in the kitchen told me that my mother was making cold melon rinds, which had lost their sweetness. What does the peel look like? Maybe all the flavors in Chinese cuisine require the integration and sublimation of seasonings, but not the watermelon rind. Its unique fragrance is not invaded by vinegar and salt, and still maintains the crisp and fragrant essence, which is more like a fast food. It's almost dawn, so I can taste the cold melon rind.
There is no taste at all, which can replace the sweetness of the mountains, and watermelon is precisely because of its otherworldly crispness and sweetness that gives people a natural flavor. In bed at night, someone may drool and change the pillow towel.
There is a hint of reddish between the emerald green, and the brown-green is as transparent and shiny as suet ink leaves. Listening to the wind, the blue color is like rugged water, like the wind howling in the valley. It looks like tiger stripes are covering the jade beads, which are plump and delicate. When you pat them down gently, the red flesh juice collides, and the crisp sound brings out sweetness on the peel. There is also a fragrance that hits your nostrils. The swords are playing, cutting open the armor, and the sea and sky are the same color. Thick black spots are densely covered with deep red. The red is like ice crystals embedded in ruby, which feels very cool. When you touch the flesh lightly with your fingertips, you feel the satin-like silkiness. I imagine that the deep fibers will also be woven into it. The satin of the fruit, or perhaps the deep juice hidden behind it, overwhelmed the defenses of the tongue. The sweetness has a light aroma, but it also seems to be a little sour, which may be due to the unfamiliarity. This sourness is not a fault. The sourness penetrates the heart and spleen, making it a good appetizer. The falling knife cuts across, and the juice flows through the tip of the knife. The drops of nectar and jade liquid bloom on the surface of the board and disappear in an instant. I feel sorry for myself, and there is a temptation to lick it. When looking at a work of art, I always want to keep it for myself. I pick up one and slowly put it into my mouth. With a crisp sound, I chew it softly. Unknowingly, the juice slides down the corner of my mouth, making it sticky and sticky. On the collar and chest, haha, no matter gentlemen or rough people, they will let go of their virtues to eat. The peels are scattered all over the ground, like light boats rippling. They are discarded in the microwave, attracting ants to act as trackers. It is not until they are full that they think of all the fruits. Juice and Mingming had a few moles on their faces, and then they laughed and mocked themselves.