"Father's Love" biscuit

Author: Ye Liya

Read aloud: Zhong Yiping

I accidentally saw the old Beijing animal biscuits on the supermarket shelf, so I bought a bag to go home. However, the daughter who saw more "food" turned a blind eye. I told her that it was the most fashionable snack in my childhood and the favorite of children in that era. "I'll try it." Before I finished, the child couldn't wait to taste the taste of my childhood with me. "It's not delicious." My daughter pursed her mouth after eating. "No wonder you eat too much now," I said, recalling my childhood.

When I was young, I was in a small village in Wuhan, Hubei Province. My mother was a private teacher, and my father was a glorious railway soldier. He was a soldier in Beijing's good countryside, and seldom went home. Every time my father came home, he would bring me animal biscuits. The little friends were very envious. At that time, biscuits were rare, but they were not as diverse as today. If biscuits were made into various animal shapes, it would be a "luxury". So what I am most proud of is that my father is in Beijing.

That winter, my father returned home for the Spring Festival and bought me several bags of animal biscuits. Later, my mother told me that my father should have walked all the way by car. He saved the fare and the meager allowance just to buy more biscuits for me. I asked my mother, "How far does my father have to go?" My mother said, "I have to go two railway stations in many times." The railway station! My father bought me the delicious food that made me proud with his hurried footsteps. After a long journey, my father carefully took fragile biscuits and held them in his arms. Finally, he handed me the biscuits with body temperature.

Thing is precious. The children in the village had never seen biscuits at that time, let alone with animal patterns. My animal biscuits made my playmates drool, and everyone gathered around me. The biscuits I gave to my friends were also reluctant to eat at once. Little girls like rabbits and fish, and boys like owls, elephants, and turtles. Everyone was reluctant to eat it at once, but played for a long time until the biscuits slowly became soft, and tasted them in small bites.

However, the number of biscuits is not much. We greedy cats are very eager for my father to go home. My father can only return home twice a year. I always look forward to reuniting with my father as soon as possible. The delicious biscuits have become the image of Beijing.

Now biscuits are not so attractive to me, and animal biscuits have become cheap food. It has no cream or sandwich, and is no longer popular. Our tastes are more diversified, but the memories are so beautiful that a child can remember a city.

Old Beijing animal biscuits, full of my father's deep love, sweet my whole childhood!

(e employees of CRCC)