When I was a child, I walked out of the gate of the house, turned left, walked through an alley, and there was a Wan'er cake shop. In fact, it is no better than the cook at home, but I like the fragrance and the little shade of the locust tree at the entrance of the alley, and I often linger there. How big can a small shop have? My mother often pulled me away and said, "If you don't buy it, don't block other people's way."
I didn't spend much time with my mother, and I recalled every word she said over and over again. The more memories I have, the more they are engraved in my bones.