Chapter 52 Too many batches

A friend came from Taimali in Taitung and gave me a box of loquats. Because I said in a chat that I like to eat loquats, he sent them all the way. I like to eat loquat, it is related to my grandmother.My grandmother’s house in Xizhou used to grow a lot of bunches, persimmons, and lychees. When I was young, my grandmother often peeled them for me to eat. Since then, these three fruits have been deeply rooted in my heart. Every time I eat them, I will think of the ones that love me the most. Grandma will also miss the poutine, persimmons and lychees from my grandmother's house. A friend said: "The loquat in Taimali is the best loquat in Taiwan."

Sure enough, the loquat in Taimali is light golden yellow, plump and fat, and when eaten in the mouth, the water vapor is dripping, and the fragrance hits the brain. I said to my friend with emotion: "It is worth kneeling down and paying homage to the land that can grow such delicious loquats!" After a long, long time, every time I see a batch in the market, I will think of the mountain friends in Taimali, and feel that friendship is also golden, and the golden color of friendship is like loquats and sunshine. When I eat loquats, persimmons, and lychees, I still miss my grandmother, and I feel that family affection and good memories are also golden.

The golden river of memory is the gold of the lot and the gold of the sun.