“肉馅小馄饨,两块一碗……”街边,又传来一阵阵带有乡土气息的吆喝声,远远地随风灌入我的耳朵。陈年的小摊子似乎又真切地出现在了路边,散发着一股股诱人的清香。记忆中,那是上幼儿园的时候。每逢放学,我的肚子就会“咕 ”Fried meat, two bowls of ......" on the street, and there came waves of groans with local flavor, far from the wind into my ears. The aged stand seems to have appeared on the side of the road, exuding an attractive fragrance. In memory, it was time to go to kindergarten. Every time I leave school, my stomach will be