{"id":2531,"date":"2021-04-11T21:30:09","date_gmt":"2021-04-11T13:30:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.yaoxiaoshu.com\/?p=2531"},"modified":"2026-06-18T15:13:06","modified_gmt":"2026-06-18T07:13:06","slug":"yaoxiaoshu-vol-16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.yaoxiaoshu.com\/en\/yaoxiaoshu-vol-16\/","title":{"rendered":"YAOXIAOSHU Vol.16: Sugar-Coated Haws"},"content":{"rendered":"

When it comes to the most memorable childhood memories, it should be the sugar-coated haws on a stick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every winter, I would look forward to the old man selling sugar-coated haws at the entrance of the alley showing up soon. In my memory, he always wore a black cotton-padded jacket, with white armbands on his arms and a huge military green cotton glove on his hands, which complemented the red sugar-coated haws, making him look particularly cool. On the back seat of that old 28 bicycle, there was always a tall pole tied, seemingly made of wheat stalks, with sugar-coated haws inserted all over it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sugar-coated haws he made were particularly delicious. The hawthorns were large in size and the seeds inside were hollowed out, making them crispy when bitten into. Even before taking a bite, holding it in hand and imagining the sweetness of the sugar and the sourness of the hawthorn combined together makes one very happy. At that time, I always felt that happiness was like the taste of sugar-coated haws, very sweet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, for a few years he showed up every now and then, but later it seemed that he never came again. But those scenes often come to my mind many years later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

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