那年糕仿佛是空中的瀑布,流入人的心里……空气中突然有一种特殊的味道,带着一丝稻麦的清香,我又想起了那甜糯的童年……我刚来到那个小村庄时,村边的小溪不时溅起一阵清凉。村子的大门口正在打年糕。人们把重重的大石缸搬到一块空地上,青灰色的大石缸在阳光的照射下,发出耀眼的光。有人把煮好的米饭放进去,白白的米饭在阳光的照耀下散发着热气,显得特别饱满。 That cake seems to be a waterfall in the sky, into the human heart ... Suddenly there is a special smell in the air, with a trace of rice and wheat fragrance, I remembered the sweet waxy childhood ... ... I just came to that small village , The village side of the stream splashing from time to time while splashing cool. The village gate is playing rice cakes. People put heavy stone tank moved to an open space, large gray-green stone in the sunlight, shining light. Someone put the cooked rice in, white rice radiating heat in the sunshine, it is particularly full.