One day, in the mall to see the shadow of maltose, when excited, and a look of joy buy it. Thinking, but also review the kind of long-lost childhood delicious, heart Le Zizi's.
Back to the hostel, I kind invitation to share Sheyou Men may be interested in shaking their heads that they failed to say thank you, there is no following, and made me a person's self-knocked, Du Zhuozui own share of fun pleasure to go alone a.
Open the lid, use of chopsticks, which draws groups of sugar gel, and then a pulled, and chopsticks on the stick of a group, and also dragging a Cecil. So then turn a few circles of chopsticks, sugar, all glued on the top of the chopsticks. I remember that a child is like this to eat. Originally, I still remember so clearly!
Holding chopsticks, slowly, slowly it to his mouth; then use the tongue licking it over and then go on a bite. Interlacing of sugar in the mouth and tongue, my mind is only pouring one word: sweet. Wow, really it's sweet, sweet was a bit much. It spits out a little bit want to feel.
I am a little ignorant, and how this is so, how would like this it? How to enjoy the original to become uncomfortable. Clearly remember the time, the taste is very good.
To my disappointment, the taste memory blurred. In the end what is the taste of maltose. Perhaps, at this time, when an either-bar, separated by 10 years of years, people have changed, red light is the mind is not something right the memory of some special feelings. But that is nothing but recollection. Memory is always good, but sometimes it becomes an accidental discovery share of good memories of the destruction of the killer, multi-pity!
It turned out that better meet really miss. Memory is always a beautiful memory forever, while the meet, our taste of maltose already!
曾以为，小时候钟爱的味道一定会永远都是最美味，最诱人的。于是那味道一直留存在记忆里，永远保持着那份美的感觉。谁也不曾想到，会有那么的一天，这份记忆中的味道早已变质了。
某天，在商场里看到了麦芽糖的影子，那时兴奋异常，一脸欢喜的买下来。想着，又可重温儿时那种久违的美味，心里乐滋滋的。
回到宿舍，我盛情的邀请舍友们来一起分享，可她们都没兴趣的摇头说谢谢，就没下文了，弄得我一个人自讨没趣，嘟着嘴，自己独自去享乐那份乐趣了。
打开盖子，用条筷子，抽下那一团胶凝的糖，然后再一拉，筷子上粘了一团，并且还拖着一条丝丝。于是再把筷子转个几圈子，糖就全都粘在筷子上面了。我记得，小时候，就是这样子吃的。原来我还记得这么清楚！
拿着筷子，慢慢的，慢慢地把它送到嘴边；然后用舌头舔一下再一口咬下去。糖在口中与舌交缠，我的脑海中只涌出一个字：甜。哇，真的好甜，甜得有点受不了。有点想把它吐出来的感觉。
我有点懵了，怎么会这样，怎么会这样子的呢？怎么原来的享受变得难受。明明记得那时候的味道是很好的。
我失望了，记忆里的味道模糊了。到底哪种才是麦芽糖的味道。也许，此时非彼时吧，相隔十几年的岁月，物是人非，冲不淡的是脑海中对某种东西的某种特殊感情的记忆。可那不过是记忆中的。记忆永远都是美好的，可是有时一个偶然的发现才成了摧毁那份美好记忆的杀手，多可惜！
原来，相见真的不如怀念。怀念，永远是记忆中永恒的美好，而相见时，我们的麦芽糖早已变味了！