When I was a child, when I came home from school in the next village, I passed through the grassy grassland and looked at the curling smoke from my chimney from afar, which was the taste of home!

The smoke rising from the cooking stove is the mother preparing the family's dinner, and the cooking smoke from cow dung exudes the fragrance of plants and trees, which is the heart of every returning child to go home. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the smoke drifting in the wind in the chimney of his house, a kind of peace and security was born in his little heart: his mother was at home. Every mother's day at home is a festival for her children, and it is a warm bed for their souls.

After many years of being away from home, in city life, there is very little cooking smoke rising, and the beautiful picture of the flat ground on the grassland seeing the cooking smoke near and far in the sunset has been lost for a long time. When I happened to smell the smoke of the grass and trees of the nearby residents who came to burn a little weed to make fertilizer and find a palm-sized place to grow vegetables, I took a deep breath, returned to the grassland in a trance, and deeply tasted the smell of home.

When I was a child, I was always hungry, and every time I came home, I was accompanied by the smell of smoke from the ashes and the steaming steam in the cage, during which I exuded the sweet smell of steamed buns and steamed buns, which is also the taste of home in the depths of my memory.

There is also the unique smell of grass and earth on my mother's body, which is a taste that I will remember in my heart no matter how many mountains I climb or wade through ten thousand waters, and it is the smell of home that I will miss all my life.

After starting a family, I have my own home, and the taste of home is the taste created by my own hands: the soapy smell of each piece of clothing, the strong smell of the sun when drying the quilt, the smell of the bubbling soup pot in the kitchen, the smell of the pressure cooker with the fragrance of rice, and the unique fragrance of each dish, which is the taste of today's home.

Every day when the children come back from school, I peek out of the kitchen, and the children don't know if they are like when I was a child, enjoying the taste of home? Intentionally or unintentionally, everyone retains a unique mother's taste in their own memory, a unique taste of home, which will accompany you for a lifetime, that is the most warm and reassuring taste in the depths of memory!

As the sun and moon turn, the smell of home will never be far from your memory.