The Mid Autumn Festival is coming, with the fragrance of osmanthus and osmanthus. The street has been filled with the taste of the festival. A variety of moon cakes are crawling over the counter, and the promotion of the supermarket is in full swing. Sunset clouds filled the sky, pedestrians hurried on the road, carrying moon cakes issued by the unit in twos and threes, and Xiaonan also carried a box of exquisite moon cakes in her hand.
Xiaonan took out the key, opened the silent door, put the moon cake on the table, washed her hands, opened the kettle, put water, turned on the gas stove, put the kettle on, the water outside the kettle dropped on the blue flame, made a 'Zizi' sound, and the house began to have vitality. Taking advantage of the effort of boiling water, Xiaonan watered the flowers on the balcony. The flowers drank the water. The flowers bloomed a smiling face, as if thanking the host for his constant care and love.
Xiaonan began to cook dinner. One's dinner was very simple. A bowl of rice, a pile of shredded pork, celery and a piece of corn. The home was filled with the smell of food. Xiaonan turned on the computer and played music. Xiaonan likes to listen to music while eating. The flowing music and food taste good.
After dinner, Xiaonan went downstairs for a walk. All along, Xiaonan has the habit of taking a walk after dinner. She walks quietly on the road of the community. The moonlight looms and appears, and the fragrance of Osmanthus floats in the whole community. Xiaonan reached out to pick the petals of Osmanthus fragrans and gently put them on the tip of her nose. The fragrance permeated her heart. A gust of wind blew, Osmanthus fragrans began to fly, and pieces of petals fell on the ground. Xiaonan squatted down and collected the fallen Osmanthus fragrans, and her thoughts surged in her heart.
'nan! Pick up these sweet scented osmanthus for grandma and go back to make you sweet scented osmanthus cake. " Xiaonan was very happy when she heard her grandmother's words, because she could eat osmanthus cake at the Mid Autumn Festival.
Xiaonan's father had a car accident when she was five years old. After that, her mother, who had been immersed in pain, died of illness. That year, Xiaonan was only seven years old. Without her parents, Xiaonan is like a child who has lost her soul. She doesn't talk all day and her eyes are dull. She cries for her mother in the middle of the night every day. Grandma's heart is like a knife. The pain of sending white hair to black hair can't be expressed. Although grandma was extremely sad and once desperate for life, she was both painful and worried when she saw her granddaughter Xiaonan alone.
'I can't leave my Nan! No matter how hard it is, no matter how tired it is, you can't leave your children! " Grandma hugged Xiaonan and cried in her heart.
From then on, Xiaonan and grandma depended on each other.
Grandma raised Xiaonan while farming. She sent Xiaonan to school every day. She hurried to the field and lived a hard life. After the school knew about Xiaonan, she exempted her tuition. The students in the class are very friendly. They pull Xiaonan to play games after class. Some students also bring books and pencils to Xiaonan from home. Gradually, a smile appeared on Xiaonan's face, and the child's innocence began to linger on Xiaonan's face.
Seeing Xiaonan talking and laughing day by day, grandma's eyes were filled with tears of joy.
Grandma planted a sweet scented osmanthus tree in the yard and hoped that Xiaonan would thrive and be beautiful and generous like this sweet scented osmanthus tree. Xiaonan watered it every day. Grandma said that when osmanthus bloomed, the yard would be very fragrant. She could also make osmanthus cake. So Xiaonan looked forward to it day by day.
Sweet scented osmanthus finally opened in August. When the Mid Autumn Festival came, the yard was full of sweet scented osmanthus. Xiaonan's smiling face was as quiet and beautiful as sweet scented osmanthus blooming. Xiaonan collects sweet scented osmanthus on the ground every day and makes sweet scented osmanthus cake for her grandmother.
Grandma bought glutinous rice flour, japonica rice flour, white granulated sugar and sesame oil. Grandma mixed the cleaned sweet scented osmanthus with sugar, kneaded the glutinous rice flour and japonica rice flour with sugar, put them in a steamer and steamed for a while, then grandma wrapped the cake powder with wet gauze and kneaded it continuously until the cake powder was fine and smooth, then spread the cake powder flat, pulled it into a long strip, smeared sesame oil, sprinkled sweet scented osmanthus, and cut it into squares, which was made. Suddenly, The home exudes a sweet smell of Osmanthus cake. Grandma said, 'we can eat osmanthus cake on the Mid Autumn Festival.'
Xiaonan looked at the delicate sweet scented osmanthus cakes and looked forward to the Mid Autumn Festival. The children in the village began to eat moon cakes, and Xiaonan also wanted to eat them. However, Grandma had no extra money to buy moon cakes. Eight year old Xiaonan was very sensible and never said what she liked to eat in front of grandma.
On the night of the Mid Autumn Festival, Xiaonan ate the sweet scented osmanthus cake made by her grandmother. Her grandmother sat in the yard with Xiaonan in her arms and looked at the big and round moon. Her tears slipped quietly.
'grandma, are you thinking about mom and dad? I miss them too! " Xiaonan said and cried.
'good boy, don't cry! Your parents are watching us on the moon and watching you eat osmanthus cake! They are happy when they see our Nan eating osmanthus cake happily. When our Nan grows up, she will be as beautiful and lovely as this osmanthus! Nan! When you grow up, you can make sweet scented osmanthus cakes for grandma! "
Xiaonan nodded with tears & hellip& hellip;
'grandma! Did you have a good time there? You left before you had a bite of the sweet scented osmanthus cake Nan made for you. Nan misses you so much! " Xiaonan called in her heart.
When Xiaonan was 15 years old, grandma left Xiaonan because of long-term fatigue and sadness. From then on, Xiaonan guarded the yard and the sweet scented osmanthus.
Now, Xiaonan has grown up and has a job. She often thinks: if grandma is still there, how happy she would be to see today's life!
The wind is strong, the leaves of Osmanthus fragrans are 'splashing', and the Osmanthus fragrans are full of fragrance. Is Grandma's osmanthus tree in bloom, too? Is the aroma still?
The moon hid in the clouds. Xiaonan, in tears, held the osmanthus in her hand. She wanted to take it home and make osmanthus cake for her grandmother during the Mid Autumn Festival.