In your memory, is there always a taste that lingers in your mind?

in my childhood, in the cold winter, how could I have less Bing Tang Hu Lu?

After the heavy snow, there was a silver frost. The elders always said, “Snow augurs a good year.” They were busy preparing for the arrival of the New Year – this is the most expected time of the year for children – Er Mao is coming!

Er Mao made great Li Gao. The red and big haws were put into a string by him, and then covered with a layer of cold sugar. Then they were thrown hard on the chopping board, there was a large crystal thin sugar above the candied haws. Finally, sprinkled a circle of sesame seeds on the surface of the candied haws. Then it was done! I liked to take a bite of the crisp haws wrapped with sugar first, and then licked the sugar on the top. The aroma of sesame, the acid of haws and the sweet of sugar were lingering in my mind together.

That taste was really unique!
I always looked out of the window, thinking about Er Mao’s exquisite craftsmanship and the delicious Li Gao. A distant voice: “Li Gao lei-” It was not loud, but I seemed to get some orders. I rushed out of the door at once and asked my friends to come to the street together, we walked along the street ,along the dazzling light of the red lanterns, all the way forward.
Er Mao’s voice became louder and louder. One by one, we crowded in front of him, reached out our small hands and handed the notes to him. He stretched out his hand and took the money. His hand was so dry, such a dead branch which leaves had fallen-but the smile on his face was still bright as spring.Then he said, “Don’t worry, dears. Everyone will have the share!” After about ‘thousands of years’,it was my turn. I held the Bing Tang hu Lu in my hand carefully. The sugar on the haws were as thin as paper. Also,It reflects dazzling light against the sun as the glass. There is a large piece of sugar on the top of it.According to Er Mao, this is called “Wan Nian Lao “. The red and big haws were wrapped with a layer of sweet and crisp sugar, which gave my taste buds a wonderful enjoyment!

I held the Bing Tang Hu Lu in my hand, looked at the children crowded behind Grandpa Er Mao, waved it to them ostentatiously, and felt even more happy under my heart.

I liked the Li Gao made by Er Mao best, and I admired his excellent work most. Er Mao once told us his story: when he was very young, he went out with his father to sell Li Gao. Every day, they got up early and went to the fair together,.Day by day,they became the first shout in the morning fair. He learned the craft of making Li Gao while selling. Over the years, he just got exquisite craftsmanship of it. Speaking of this, Er Mao couldn’t help touching his stubble, as if he was after tasting something.

Now, I have come to the big city with my family. There is no longer the busy country fair in my childhood or the voice of Er Mao outside the door. Instead, there is the sound of car whistles. The memory of my childhood, full of boundless happiness, gradually disappeared with Er Mao’s voice.

I’ve grown up.