for thousands of years, people in China have relied on mountains for food and water for food. The vastness of the region has created differences in diet from place to place. But even if the difference is big, there is a similar taste in the diet, that is, the taste of home and the taste of hometown. I think many people look at China on the tip of their tongue, not only because the saliva it arouses excites us, but also because we "see" the taste of home from the food in various places.
after leaving home for a long time, I often think of a bowl of rice and a table of dishes at home. Maybe we don't miss our hometown, maybe it's just our hometown that haunts us.
the woman who keeps bees said that as a result, I married her, and it was very hard to live in the wind and sleep. The woman who went out to sea said that it is hard to earn money in this ocean, and it is hard to eat food and clothing in the ocean without cattle and horsepower. These are the simplest and most direct feelings and experiences that life gives people. These feelings and experiences are written in words by writers, sung into poems by poets, nagged by mothers, cooked into meals and fried into dishes. I think, for many people, life is not easy, even hard. From five to nine, eating wind and drinking dew, just for the sake of a family to eat and wear warm clothes, but to have a good meal and a comfortable sleep when they get home.
Maybe my parents' food is not so delicious, but I always want to eat it. Maybe what I want to eat is just the taste that others can't cook.
the steps of walking all your life, the starting point and the end point, are all where your home is in the final analysis. This is a thousand-year-old belief of China people, simple and powerful. Know clearly where tomorrow is going, and don't forget where yesterday came from.
is there such a smell that I have never tasted again?