
When the season comes, the warm sunshine shimmers under the heart-shaped leaves, swaying the clusters of buds with sharp shapes like tiny hexagons. Then suddenly one day while sweeping the yard, I smelled a faint fragrance, I realized that the morning glory had bloomed. Sure enough, the next morning, each lovely flower opened with a sweet lemon yellow color. The morning glory flowers swayed like sparkling green balls...
My father prepared a very high chair to pick the morning glory flowers. My job was to hold the basket and stand underneath to pick each bunch of flowers and put them in the basket, thinking about dinner with the irresistible delicious stir-fried morning glory flowers with garlic. In the past, my family was very poor. Morning glory flowers could only be stir-fried with garlic, there was no pork or beef to stir-fry with them like now. Or if my father caught a bucket of field crabs, there would be crab soup with morning glory flowers. Those meals were more lively than ever. In the bowl of crab soup, the morning glory flowers stood out with their lemon yellow color, adding to the bowl of soup on a cool sunny day. The whole family gathered around the happy dinner table with simple dishes made from morning glory flowers.
In the blink of an eye, several decades have passed. I am far from home, far from the season of morning glory flowers, carrying with me my own aspirations and those of my whole family to the city to study and make a living. Strangely, when I look for morning glory flowers, my heart feels at peace. Morning glory flowers are no longer simply a dish. Rather, they are like embracing and comforting a child far from home like me...
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