当我呱呱坠地时,是那芬芳而甘甜的母乳滋养了我,使我度过生命最脆弱的时期,但这温馨诱人的味道在记忆中并没留下什么印记。后来我渐渐长大,母亲告诉我,断奶后就开始喂我面条,但那时白面太少了,母亲就咀嚼一些花生米或煎饼喂给我吃,虽然我难以想象那是怎样一种艰难,这毕竟也是母亲的一种味道啊!但这也消失在记忆的深处了。年龄渐长,才开始有一些味道成了我的生活,成了我最美的记忆。 When I was born, the fragrant and sweet breast milk nourished me and led me through the most vulnerable period of my life, but this warm and inviting taste did not leave any mark in my memory. Later, as I grew older, my mother told me that when I was weaned, I started to feed my noodles, but when there was too little flour, my mother chewed some peanuts or pancakes to feed me. Although I could hardly imagine how hard it was, After all, this is also a kind of mother’s taste! But it also disappeared in the depths of memory. As I grew older, I began to have some flavor that became my life and became my most beautiful memory.