0: 00/3: 26 NAM NORTH LAC HIONE. That, where I live, getting into the fence around the lane. Lac Tien wrapped in the thin net like a lantern, so it was called a bunch of bags. By the season, the children eager to find the fruits of nine peeking somewhere in dust. Remove the thin shell, sipping the sweet sour taste of bags of bags, with us, there is no such fruit that is so delicious
. My mother and many people in the neighborhood often picked up a bag to steam or cook soup because it was a very good loss of sleeping medicine. A other fruit stretches throughout the childhood is the sim. Behind the house is the violent hills of purities
Purple fade fade, giving way to the crawling similar simrukes on branches. Under the summer sun, the SIM results grow, moving from blue to red and purple, dark purple. In the afternoon, the children also ran up the hill, finding the bold purple sim, round, sweet, eating to delight and grabbed a blast in front of the stomach to bring them home at home. Later, no matter how many other delicious things, the sweetness of the SIM still could not be erased. It was also a kind of fruit that I would like to be small. Although it is a wild fruit, the home garden has a brooch tree. Flowering trees at the beginning of the summer, forming the left beam. Then the bags moved from blue to red and then black. The children gathered, squeezed on the branches, picking big broochs with the little fingers, purple, abandoned the sour, sweet and sweet, sweet, sweet and sweet in the mouth of the chewing and spraying the beads. Later, there were times my daughter reading a few fishes "Weather and Tree Left / Tree with fruit / daughter with a hole / coin with holes
..", Ask Mom, left Brooch, I'm awkward Because it was impossible to earn a brooch for children. The old days in my hometown, the chestnasoured everywhere. Flowers with light yellow chestnuts, thick wings, hard, are not as brilliant as many other flowers. Perhaps because of not beautiful, they often timidly hide them under the dense foliage. However, the fragrance of flowers is hard to match. The flower of the flower spreads a few hundred meters away and a few days ago. That's why the floral flower is often picked up by the boys and girls who love them. The beams are 3 to 7 fruits with fingers, at least gray, but when nine are nine, the gold is nursed, stretched. It was a simple gift but sweet mother picked on the roadside paths, we were welcomed and lifted. After watching, sniffing was frustrated and gently gently for each fruit into the mouth, chewing slowly to enjoy the sweet bar slowly spreading. For many years, the fragrance of the flower, the sweetness of the fruit is still the same ... I still remember the days of childhood, a mother's gift or buying every time the market is attractive boda. Borkballs are round, small with their fingers, when nine are dark purple, in light yellow gut. Before eating, rotate, crush, squeeze each piece so that the soft fruit feels a sweetener, Bui Bui, is cool in the head of the Bove's tongue. Later, in many places, the Bove was transported to the city. Due to the shape of Cherry fruit should be called Cherry Vietnam, costing a few tens of thousand VND / signed. People buy to eat fresh or soak wine. Celebrate the wild a childhood to be a throne. A other kind of fruit of childhood is fish eggs. I know this tree when I go back to Nha Trang live. That day, on many roads often have fish eggs that reach wide figures, shade shade, soothe the dazzling sunshine. Come to the season, the ripe eggs are ripe red, peeking in the leaves. Ripe fish eggs sweet bar, fragrant. Unfortunately, few people also planted eggs and children, they don't bother to eat ripe fruits. Now, gifts and many other delicacies have replaced the favorite fruits of a childhood. However, in the days of stretching this way, the story of that gorgeous memories will be the occasion for families to bind together. Thuy . Dịch vụ:
Thiết kế website,
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đăng ký website bộ công thương uy tín
