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我从小就爱吃烤山芋,每次经过卖烤山芋的小摊前就要停下来买一个解解馋。薄薄的山芋皮,热乎乎,软绵绵,香甜美味的烤山芋一次又一次地吸引着我。学校门口也有一个卖烤山芋的小摊,一只黑乎乎的炉子,一张饱经风霜的脸庞,稻草般的头发胡乱地裹进帽子里,两眼被烟熏得眯成一条缝,整个人好似弱不禁风,往哪儿一站都显得那么不起眼。天气渐渐凉了,小贩的炉子上也整整齐齐地摆出了一排烤好的山芋。奇怪的是,无论是路过的老人,散步的家庭还是刚出校门的学生,总要停下来买山芋。
I grew up loving roasted sweet potato, every time after selling stalls to sell roasted potato must stop to buy a solution greedy. Thin yam skin, hot, soft, sweet and delicious roasted potato again and again to attract me. There was also a small stall selling roasted potatoes at the school gate, a dark stove, a weather-beaten face, straw-like hair wrapped in a hat casually, his eyes narrowed to smoky eyes, and the whole person looked like Fragile, where a stop seem so humble. The weather is getting cooler, hawkers stove neatly laid out a row of well-roasted potato. Strangely enough, no matter the elderly people passing by, the families taking a walk or the students just starting school, they always stop to buy the potato.