So, I found my little friend, took a convenient bag and started looking for Lycium barbarum. I searched for it for a long time, but I couldn't find it. Just when I was disappointed, a little friend suddenly remembered that there was something behind the neighboring village, so we hurried to our destination.
Sure enough, as we expected, a large piece was yes, and our eyes were not enough. The whole tree is like a string of full little red beans, with green leaves hanging to match it, which is eye-catching. ........... had never carefully observed fresh Lycium barbarum before, only seen withered Lycium barbarum. In fact, fresh medlar is super Q. At that time, I really wanted to grow three heads and six arms to pick all these medlars back.
We had a picking contest to see who would take the bag off first. Soon, the champion and runner-up appeared one after another, and we returned home with victory.
When I got home, my mother made me a cold medlar as a reward. When I took the first bite, I said, "Wow, it's so bitter and delicious." Mother said, "Son, one more bite will make you feel sweet." I took another sip with a grain of salt. "It's really a little sweet." Later, my mother told me that the more I eat, the sweeter I am, and that's the bitter comes the sweet.
Yes, from picking to tasting, I understand a truth: you should do the same thing as tasting Lycium barbarum at ordinary times, and don't be afraid of suffering, so that you will have a sweet harvest.