我一直对冰糖葫芦情有独钟。小时候的我,曾多次怀着纯粹明净的心与朋友共享一串冰糖葫芦,时光似乎也在咬碎冰糖的声音里微微笑起来。现在的街头小吃是愈来愈多,什么烧烤啊凉粉啊一股脑全摊在街上,冰糖葫芦被挤到八百里外去了,冰糖被咬破的声音也在日益浮躁的喧嚣声中消失殆尽了。我站在车水马龙的街上,百无聊赖地等着的士。行人们无所顾忌地在飞驰的汽车间穿行,以淡漠的 I’ve always had a soft spot for candied gourd. As a kid, I had shared a bunch of candied haws with my friends on many occasions with a pure and clear heart, and time seemed to smile a little in the sound of biting rock sugar. Now the street snacks are more and more, what barbecue ah jelly ah brain share the street, ice candy gourd is squeezed 800 miles away, the sound of rock sugar was biting noise is also increasingly fickle noise disappeared It’s I stood in a busy street, bored waiting for the taxi. Pedestrians walked freely in speeding cars to indifferent