In summer, it has not been said formally, goodbye, but it has quietly left. After counting it, these days have been hard, tired, happy, and sad because of it, just like a can of candy, sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy.

Now, I want to sweep away the memories in my head and savor the fragrance remaining on the tip of my tongue wholeheartedly. The green lotus leaves wrapped around the lotus seeds that had already come out of the womb. Holding them in the palm of my hand, I immediately smelled a cool and elegant fragrance. Peeled, the white flesh was put into my mouth, sweet and smooth tongue.

If the lotus seed heart is already bitter, you can cook it, add a few drops of oil-consuming, sprinkle some chopped green onion. Although it is oily, it will definitely not be greasy when eaten in your mouth.

If the lotus seeds are completely old, then dry them, then peel them, cut the stomach, take out the lotus seed hearts, put the lotus seeds into a glass jar. In the future, if you want to make a pot of tremella and red date soup, throw them in a handful of dried lotus seeds, which adds a unique flavor.

When I was a child, I often cut lotus seed belly with my grandma. While busy putting the cut lotus seeds into the jar, I secretly grabbed a few and quickly threw them into my mouth. My teeth seemed to be competing with the lotus seeds, competing for whom. In the end, my teeth won and ate them into my stomach, and my mouth was full of lotus seeds, so I was naturally discovered.

At that time, as soon as the lotus leaves popped out, they would grow in a few days, and I would run to the pond, pick a few lotus leaves, hold them in one hand, wear the excess on my head, and cover the sun. Later, I picked them more often, and the lotus leaves on the shore were only bare. So I could only grab the branches, hoping that my arms would grow a little longer, slowly hook the lotus leaves, and sometimes I would step on my feet by accident. Fortunately, the soil was a little hard and my body was lighter. I climbed ashore and found the grass to rub a pair of dirt shoes upwards.

When the lotus leaves are full, the lotus flowers will stand dotted in a clear lotus. Just like a girl holding a pipa, she will come out after much calls. When the summer wind comes, they will sway together with the lotus leaves, nodding or shaking their heads, shy or bold, cute or moving.

Sometimes when my father passes by the pond, he will pick a lotus flower. As soon as I get home, I smell the smell of lotus flowers, and I put it into a glass bottle with the lotus flowers. The room is filled with the fragrance of lotus flowers.

The pond is not formed naturally. It has its own owner. Naturally, not everyone can pick the lotus pods they produce at will. However, despite this, I became greedy when I saw the lotus pods nodding at you. After picking the lotus pods beside me, I took the lotus pods in the distance with the net. The lotus pods I picked all the way home and ate them all the way, leaving the largest three, peeled the lotus seeds and put them in my pocket to take them home.

When the lotus pods no longer aroused their greed, they began to rush into the small puddle by the pond. Several friends gathered together and reached out to catch fish. The fish did not like to swim in the water, but liked to drill into the dirt. We just took out the mud, blocked their way with a few hands, grabbed them quickly, and held them together, worried that they would escape slipperyly. There were also transparent shrimps and black loaches inside, which we had never caught before, and there were also small fish with golden fins. They were kept in the water cup at home. In a few days, they went to heaven.
Chapter completed!