Fanxing | Huaihua is one inch deep

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In my yard, there is a huge locust tree. During the flowering season, thousands of thousands of branches were low, and finally it became an indifferent white cloud, which was so beautiful.

In the spring of that year, the uncle was sent to work in the Northwest, and the grandmother took the aunt and cousin far away from Southern Jiangsu. The young cousin was 13 years old, two years older than me. She laughed like me, on the side of her face, there was a dimple.

After it rained, it was the easiest to fall in Huaihua. In front of the twilight house, Huaihua is one inch deep. I can really see this flower in Bai Juyi's poems every year. Stepping on these falling flowers will make a crispy sound. Once, when I jumped and stepped into the mud with my feet, the young cousin gently pulled me away. She swept these flowers into the corner of the fence and piled it into a flower mound. Then, put the dumplings and hard cardboard under the tree, so that the falling locust flowers could not fall to the ground. The cousin sat under the tree and was reading a book.

Some petals fell on her shoulders and fell into her neck, but she didn't know.

This is a silent season. There are no bees, no butterflies, only the spring breeze makes people warm. The cousin sometimes picks up a petal flower from the ground and placed in his mouth.

Huaihua can be entered, and I know it after a few days. Huaihua is very laborious. First, place the locust flower in the salt water and drive out the small bugs in the bud. After this process is completed, it is spent with water, and it must be rushed on the petals in order to rush off the salt water and bugs left on the petals. After the petals are washed, they cannot be exposed to dry, and they should be dried in a cool place.

In addition to the frying eggs of locust flowers, her aunt would also make steamed locust flowers. The cousin will wash the flowers collected from the Tuanxu and the hard paper board, wash the shampoo, put it in a basket, and give it to the aunt. The aunt began to steam the flower. The proportion of flour and flowers must be accurate, and the steamed locust flowers have a loose taste and the fragrance of locust flowers.

Later, my aunt and the little cousin returned to Southern Jiangsu. When I left, my cousin sent me a painting that she had just painted. She painted a large locust tree with a tree with locust flowers.

Many years later, in my heart, Huaihua was also deep. It looks so comfortable and opens silently in my heart. The steamed locust flower is often in my dream in the spring night.

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