Transformation, I am the most beautiful!

There is a river called Dagou that passes through the small town of my hometown.

The Dagou River divides the whole town into two, the south is called Zhentou, and the north is called Zhenwei.

Born in a town without cafes and raised in a town without buses.

Every spring, when the water of the Dagou River rises, Tao Wan'er will always follow his father to the river to touch the fish, and the fried fish fillet made by his mother is the most delicious delicacy in his memory.

When he was a little older, his father opened his first pastry shop in town, and at his busiest time, even when he was only six or seven years old, he had to go to the shop to help out every day when he came home from school.

When I was very young, I always felt that my father's fingers had magical powers, and as long as the pastries made by those big hands would have a unique sweet smell.

I like my father's own maple leaf pastry the most, the filling is made of sweet potatoes, and the purple maple leaf raw material on the cake is purple potato.

When you bite into it gently, the sweetness in your mouth will make you feel like you are wrapped in happiness.

As I grew up, I gradually became a little disgusted with this small town without Western restaurants and 24-hour convenience stores.

I think I started to envy and yearn for the big city when I saw the high-rise buildings and traffic in the big city on TV

When I entered high school, I hated this town as much as I loved this town full of memories of childhood 443.

Therefore, after graduating from college, without worrying about the opposition of his parents, he also withstood the tremendous pressure, and Tao Waner chose to stay in the big city he longed for.

In a flash, it is ten years

"That laughter reminds me of my flowers

Quietly open for me in every corner of my life

I thought I would always be by her side

Today we are gone, in the sea of people

They're all old, where are they?

And so we went our separate ways

......"

is over thirty years old, and it stands to reason that she has made a pottery bowl for the mother of a six-year-old child, and she has passed the age of sentimentality.

It's just that on the stage, when the graceful singing sounds, there is nothing heartbreaking, and there is nothing dry and rotten, but the heart and lungs are full of that faint and indissolvable sentimentality

......

Life in a big city isn't all as good as it seems.

At first, in order to get back to her, her parents didn't give them any financial support, and Tao Wan'er even tried to spend the night in the park

A flower-like girl, in the dead of night, sat on a quiet and dark park bench, and sat all night.

The loneliness and fear still linger in my dreams.

The children of the small town have the stubbornness to not admit defeat, even if they can only eat steamed buns and mustard every day, even if they can only squeeze in the dirty staff dormitory with more than a dozen people, Tao Wan'er still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Two years later, it wasn't until I met him that my original boring life gradually changed.

Mr. should be regarded as a more wooden person, the reason why Tao Wan'er will choose, because he is safe and reliable is one thing, the most important thing is that Mr. has a rough but warm pair of similar taste as his father.

Sometimes the pottery bowl thinks.

If my husband could go back to his small confectionery shop with him, he would surely be able to make sweet pastries like his father with the dexterity of his hands.

Of course, it's all just if.

Before getting married, I deliberately took a long time off, and I always felt that I owed my parents a lot of pottery bowls, and I didn't go anywhere during that time, just quietly accompanied my parents.

Eating delicious meals cooked by my mother every day, and then watching my father busy in the small shop, is already a very happy thing

“......

Some of the stories haven't been told yet, so forget it

Those moods have become difficult to distinguish between true and false over the years

Now it's overgrown with grass and no flowers

Fortunately, I once had your spring, autumn, winter and summer

......"

As her vision blurred, she wiped away the tears from her face and then (chbd) looked hard at the stage

Under the colorful lights, the girl with gorgeous peony flowers printed on the cheongsam is really as sacred and lovely as a flower fairy.

On the girl's face, Tao Wan'er saw her appearance when she was a child in a trance.

At that time, the scene of going down to the river with my father barefoot to fish should be forever imprinted in my heart.

It's really beautiful and beautiful, and on the stage, the gentle and lonely singing voice of the angelic girl really has the magic of washing the soul.

Following the beautiful singing, Tao Wan'er seemed to see his youth.

From the carefree and innocent when he was young, to the youthful rebellion when he was a girl, and then to the bitter and sweet when he grew up.

The town, which has its entire childhood memories, has become much more prosperous and beautiful, and even the banks of the small river that runs through the town have been strengthened and promoted.

Therefore, the river that used to rise every spring in the past is no longer flooding, and there is no fish on the side of the river.

Today's town has become what I longed for when I was a child, with high-rise buildings and busy traffic.

It's just that the town no longer has the delicious sweetness in my impression.

“......

Lal Miss her

Lala

Lal Go for it

......！ "

When I went home again, there was already a little pudding by my side.

And at the entrance of the small courtyard, the face of the mother who greeted him was also engraved with deep wrinkles.

When the little boy called out to his mother and grandmother, just like he had when he was a child, his mother's face leaked a warm and kind smile.

When I found my father in a familiar pastry shop, my father's figure was the same as in my childhood memory, always so resolute and straight, and his gentle and dexterous hands were constantly rubbing! Pinching it, it only took a moment for a small pastry to appear in my father's hand.

"Little Tao'er is back?! Dad made your favorite maple leaf pastry, the filling is made of purple potatoes, you liked to eat this when you were a child, every time I made it before, I haven't taken it out to sell it, and I was stolen half of it by my little gluttonous cat...! "

The bright-eyed father was full of smiles, and those warm hands were still full of the sweet smell of childhood.

“......

They're all old, where are they?

And so we went our separate ways

......"

The bright lights illuminated the girl on the stage, and the heavenly singing gradually disappeared into her ears, and her eyes became blurry again.

But this time, no matter how hard the pottery bowl tried, the tears on his face could no longer be wiped clean.

Those flowers!

Are they still open...! _

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