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This summer, a dozen Houttuynia cordata sprouted from the flower pond upstairs at my parents’ house. They were specially planted by my late mother for my siblings a few years ago. Nowadays, although my mother is gone, her love for her children is still strong and bubbling, and she vows to keep her love with us forever. This makes me both sad and grateful. Recently, the rain in Tai'an has been relatively concentrated. After being moistened and irrigated by the rain, the leaves have grown a lot, and they look like they can barely make a meal. So, at the request of my brother, I picked some leaves and mixed a bowl of Houttuynia cordata leaves with the taste of my mother in my memory. Through the body odor on the tip of my tongue, I felt my mother's breath again. There was a trace of warmth and happiness in my heart, as if my dear mother had not left. Mom's taste will always be the most beautiful taste in the hearts of my siblings. This dish is a dish to commemorate my dear and kind mother. I wish you well!
