亲爱的外公,桃花开放的时侯,我又吃到了青团。一个小小的青团,一口咬下,牵连起我童年的温暖。我并不是要吃,我要的只是回忆的味道。依稀记得,外公做青团是最拿手的。早上从河边摘来嫩艾草,加一点石灰水,放到锅里蒸到烂。蒸好后要拿细白的纱布小心包裹起来,细细地挤,过滤掉叶渣,看汁水一滴滴流进碗里。外公会督促我洗干净手,将糯米温柔地覆盖在馅料外面,慢慢搓揉。我最喜欢这个过程,年少的我可以被允许参 Dear grandfather, Peach blossom open, I ate the Youth League. A small youth group, a bite, implicated in the warmth of my childhood. I do not want to eat, I just want the taste of memories. Vaguely remember, my grandfather Youth League is the best. In the morning, we picked tender wormwood grass from the river, added a little lime water and put it into the pot and steamed it till it was rotten. Steamed fine gauze to take care carefully wrapped up, squeeze thin, filter out leaf residue, see juice dripping into the bowl. Foreign Association urged me to clean hands, the rice gently covered in the fillings outside, slowly rubbing. I like this process most of the time, I can be allowed to participate