Lock Autumn in A Bottle-hawthorn Jam
by Dong Xiaochu 2012
Favorite
Difficulty
Easy
Time
15m
Serving
2
My favorite is autumn, the cool autumn breeze, with a slight fragrance of grass.
Walking around the Tsinghua campus, the yellowish ginkgo leaves, swaying with the autumn wind, occasionally a few pieces fall down, like butterflies flying, graceful and light.
I remember that when I was young, I always had to go back to my grandmother's house in this corn harvesting season. Running on the ridge with my neighbors, I stopped when I was tired and took a deep breath, full of fragrance. As the sun sets, sitting under the hawthorn tree, picking a few red hawthorns, playing with friends.
Today, it must be unrealistic to see the hawthorn tree full of trees. On the way home from get off work, I saw hawthorns on the fruit stand, which brought back memories of my childhood, so I couldn't help but buy a bag of hawthorns. Staying in the kitchen, washing and cutting these hawthorns, slowly brewing them into jam, the time seems to have slowed down.
In this quiet moment, make hawthorn jam and put it away in clear glass bottles, leaving autumn, leaving happiness and sweetness. "
Walking around the Tsinghua campus, the yellowish ginkgo leaves, swaying with the autumn wind, occasionally a few pieces fall down, like butterflies flying, graceful and light.
I remember that when I was young, I always had to go back to my grandmother's house in this corn harvesting season. Running on the ridge with my neighbors, I stopped when I was tired and took a deep breath, full of fragrance. As the sun sets, sitting under the hawthorn tree, picking a few red hawthorns, playing with friends.
Today, it must be unrealistic to see the hawthorn tree full of trees. On the way home from get off work, I saw hawthorns on the fruit stand, which brought back memories of my childhood, so I couldn't help but buy a bag of hawthorns. Staying in the kitchen, washing and cutting these hawthorns, slowly brewing them into jam, the time seems to have slowed down.
In this quiet moment, make hawthorn jam and put it away in clear glass bottles, leaving autumn, leaving happiness and sweetness. "
