我的家乡砀山是黄淮平原上一颗璀璨的绿色明珠。这里有悦耳的唢呐、香气扑鼻的蒸菜、热乎乎的烙馍……一想起来,我就口水直下三千尺。但最令我嘴馋的还是那芳香的酥梨。冬天,寒风凛冽,但这丝毫阻挡不住农民伯伯为梨树剪枝、施肥的脚步。他们穿着大袄,拿着剪刀,带着肥料,骑着电车来到地里。他们的手冻得通红,可还是拿着剪刀细心地修剪。太冷了,他们就往手心哈一点暖气,然后继续干活。剪好后,农民伯伯拿来铁 My hometown is a bright yellow pearl on the Huang-Huai Plain. There are sweet suona, fragrant steamed dishes, hot braised ... ... In my mind, I saliva down to three thousand feet. But most of my favorite is the aromatic pear. Winter, cold and windy, but this slightest stop peasants Uncle pears for pruning, fertilizer footsteps. They wore big jackets, scissors, fertilizer, and trams to the ground. Their hands were flushed, but they could still be carefully pruned with scissors. Too cold, they heat a little to the palm of your hand, then continue to work. After the cut, the peasant uncle took iron