每天早晚,我都能看到街道拐角处的卖“花”人。她卖的不是真正的花,而是面团花。“卖花——卖花!”她一边用嘶哑的嗓音吆喝着,一边埋头捏着面团,然后用手轻轻揉搓,使它变得柔软、光滑起来,接着又把面团捏扁,再用指甲将顶端捻薄……没过多久,一枝百合花便在她手中诞生了。她把花儿插在泡沫盒子上,又拿出一团面,开始做下一枝花。 Every morning and evening, I can see “Flower” people at the corner of the street. She is not selling real flowers, but dough flowers. “Selling Flowers - Selling Flowers!” She sipped and dusted her dough with a hoarse voice, then gently rubbed it with her hands to make it soft and smooth, then she squeezed the dough again, Nails will be the top twist ... ... Before long, a lily flower was born in her hands. She put the flowers in the foam box, and took out a group of noodles, began to do the next flower.