无论是春暖花开时分,还是寒冬腊月夜晚,奔波在异乡的你,最期盼的莫过于吃上家里那桌热腾腾的饭菜。那是我们最熟悉的味道,是我们最贪恋的佳肴,那也曾是我们最深刻的情感和味觉记忆。吃不够的家乡饭小时候,我在父母身边长大。从小就吃着母亲做的饭菜,简单、朴素,但香甜可口。那时,除了大口大口地吃饭,却从未有过其他念头。好似这一切是多么的顺其自然,顺理成童。唯有上大学时,一个人背井离乡,才忽然觉得,原来故乡是如此地令人魂牵梦萦,家里的饭菜是如此的令人神往之至!也正是从那个时候起,我才真正悟懂那曾在 Whether it is spring time, or winter, nights, traveling in a foreign land you, the most looking forward to eat that hot table at home. That is the taste we are most familiar with, and is our most covetous delicacy, which once was our deepest emotional and tasteful memory. When I was not enough to eat my hometown, I grew up close to my parents. Eat your mother’s meals from an early age, simple, simple, but sweet and delicious. At that time, in addition to eating out, but never had any other thought. It seems like all this is how it goes, just as a child. Only in college, a man leaving their homes, suddenly felt that the original home is so dreaming people, the family’s food is so fascinating that it is from that time on, I really understand that ever in