One day in a circle of friends, I learned that this fruit was originally called croissant honey. Before that, I always called it "pear melon". In our family, round white melon, flower skin melon and long striped melon have always been called "pear melons". I don't know what others call it, and I haven't thought about it carefully.

Because children like to eat, they often buy croissant honey recently, peel it back, cut it in half across the board, remove the pulp with a spoon, then cut it into circles and put it neatly in a green glass bowl, which is very ceremonial. In fact, it is convenient for children to eat at any time. But every time I dig out the pulp, I can't bear it, because the pulp of croissant is very sweet, as sweet as honey. I liked to eat melon pulp when I was a child.

Think of the story of eating croissant honey when I was a child. At that time, we still called it "pear melon".

I didn't eat so much fruit when I was a child. Pears are always expensive when the season just comes down. I generally don't buy them at home. Walking in the street, I saw the round white pears and melons on the fruit stalls with soft colors, smelled the fresh fruit fragrance, sniffed hard, swallowed, and then walked away. My parents didn't buy some pears until a large number of pears came on the market and the price came down. So I remember eating pears and melons later than now. It seems that it is usually the summer harvest, and I will buy some from roadside and Gua Tian to quench my thirst during the busy farming season.

Cutting wheat in the field or grinding on the side of the field, without washing, dad put melon on his clothes, spread his palm, and the sweet smell rushed into his nostrils. My father gave me and my mother a petal. I held the pear melon above the tip of my nose, lifted my head back, and stuck out my tongue to pick up the water in the pulp. Drop by drop, the sweetness spread from the tip of the tongue, and gradually my whole body seemed to be soaked in a honey pot. The bees came and circled around the melon, which scared me to suck the pulp into my mouth.

Dad threw the pulp out every time and watched Huang Chengcheng's pulp seep into the ground little by little, leaving only a few seeds. I really want to lick it on the ground, but unfortunately.

Mother saw that I was so greedy that she let me eat her pulp. After I sucked the pulp, I nibbled the pears. I had to hold it in my mouth for a long time until the sweetness disappeared.

Sometimes we eat pears and melons in summer. After a thunderstorm, the weather was sultry, and people were sitting in the aisle at home blowing "aisle wind". The children were treading water on the roadside in sandals. I was all wet when I heard my mother calling me. At first glance, dad is buying pears and melons. The seller of pears and melons pushes a bicycle with two baskets hanging on both sides of the back seat, which are oily green and fragrant melons. I ran happily with my trouser legs up. My father had already chosen, paid the money and walked home to the corridor with a pear in one hand. I followed my father's ass, eagerly waiting for his "iron sand palm" kung fu. Sure enough, my father split the pear melon with one hand and I bit it down. The heat and humidity receded like waves, and every pore of my body felt comfortable and sweet.

The family is talking. After eating pears and melons, I want to continue playing with water. Suddenly I found that my mother's newly bought sandals were gone! My mother took my hand, and we searched the whole street with our feet, but we couldn't find it. Asked if the pear seller saw a pair of pink transparent plastic sandals, the pear seller said no. When I turned around, I found the aunt at the entrance of the village sitting on the stone bench in front of my house, smiling at us NianLia. Think of it as if it was just the water under the village entrance. I took off my sandals and put them beside me before I went into the water. Aunt asked, "Did you lose anything valuable? Is it brand new? " Mom immediately understood, smiled and replied, "I told you, this water can also wash away a pair of sandals." It turned out to be a thief. Get my baby shoes out quickly! " "Aunt smiled and bent down:" Your wife, it is very beneficial to lose something! "Go ahead, thank me?" Mother said, "buy two big pears and melons for her aunt." Her aunt is worried about putting away her new sandals. " Finally, my mother traded two pears for my new sandals.

There was a heavy rain this morning, so I couldn't go out, so I ate croissants and watched the rain with my children. Then I remembered the days when I was a child, I blew the "corridor breeze" with my parents and ate pears. After the rain, the golden light of the setting sun sprinkled on the parents' faces, and the rich fragrance of pears seemed to linger on the tip of the nose. Parents' hearty laughter echoed in the long river of memory. When I dreamt in the middle of the night, my mother laughed so hard that her teeth were white and her eyebrows were bent, which seemed to be accessible. But the person who accompanied me to eat melons, replaced them with new sandals and often looked at me and smiled has been separated from me for nearly two years.

What used to be commonplace in the past now seems to be precious pictures, and that picture frame by frame has become a heartache that is often recalled with tears.