傍晚走在回家的路上,行人很多,人们并不像早屡那样行色匆匆,而是把走路当成了一种放松的方式。行至街角,在路边小贩的叫卖声中.很多人停了下来,准备买一些东西带回家去。这时,我看到一位鹤发童颜的老者挑着担子在一棵法国梧桐树下停了下来。他把挑担稳稳地放下,手脚麻利地架起一台黑铁皮制烤炉。转眼间,齐整的木炭条被燃起。他拿出了准备好的玉米放到火上烤,玉米是带叶儿的,微火,目的是把叶儿的清香烤进米粒的间隙。去掉焦叶儿的玉米,刷上了一层食用油,依次撤上盐粒儿、 Walking in the evening on the way home, many pedestrians, people do not like hurry as early as possible, but to walk as a way to relax. To the corner, in the barking of street vendors, many stopped and were ready to buy something to take home. At this moment, I saw a craven old man lug a burden and stopped under a French plane tree. He put the burden firmly down, hands and feet draped a black tin oven. An instant charcoal bar was lit. He took out the prepared corn and baked it on the fire. The corn was with leaves, and the micro-fire was used to bake the fragrance of the leaves into the grain space. Remove the coke leaves of corn, brush on a layer of cooking oil, followed by the withdrawal of salt particles children,