I like eating strawberries, I like the sour and sweet taste of strawberries.
A few days ago, my mother forced me to buy a pound of strawberries. The color of the strawberry is red, with one end big and one small, just like water droplets. There are several small green leaves growing on them, and there are many small seeds growing on them. From a distance, they look like densely packed small black spots.
Unripe strawberries are yellow and taste more sour and less sweet. As the strawberry matures, it becomes redder and redder, tastes less sour and more sweet, and smells refreshing.
I heard from my father that there are no strawberries in the mountains, but there is a fruit that looks very similar to strawberries. When grandma was alive, she often went to work in the mountains hungry because there was no food to eat in the spring famine. Once, after working in the fields for a long time, I was tired and hungry, and had almost no strength left. My eyesight was dim and I collapsed on the ground. At this time, an old aunt came over and gave grandma a handful of this strawberry-like fruit. After grandma finished eating, she no longer felt hungry, and then started to work again.
When I heard my father talk about this, it was hard for me to describe the taste of the strawberry in my mouth. Dad said it very excitedly, and I heard it very bitterly. My life is much better than my grandma’s life, so why should I not cherish it!
