天气渐渐地,渐渐地,凉了。忽然想起小时候的冬天,在表哥家,几个小伙伴围坐在火炕上,把红薯切成片,烤在火炉边上。一边玩着游戏,一边吃着香甜的红薯,那种热腾腾的感觉,仿佛都能温暖到此时此刻的我。虽然隔着久久的回忆,但我知道,温暖的不仅仅是那火炉和热腾腾的红薯,更多的是那时的天真和无邪,当然,还有小伙伴们那点点滴滴的真诚。而今,不知他们是否还在那温暖 The weather is gradually, gradually, cold. Suddenly remembered a winter’s winter, at cousin home, several small friends sitting on the kang, the sweet potato cut into pieces, baked in the edge of the stove. While playing the game, while eating sweet sweet potato, the kind of hot feeling, as if both can warm to me at this moment. Although a long time passed from memory, but I know, not only the warmth of the stove and hot potato, more naive and innocent at that time, of course, little friends who bit by bit sincerity. Now, I do not know whether they are still warm