打开蒸笼的盖子,崇明糕白嫩丰盈,清甜的味道伴着袅袅的水汽回荡在黄昏的小院里,回荡在被夕阳染成金黄的崇明岛上,回荡在我的梦里。崇明,我的家乡,我的情结所在。每逢假期,我会来到这里,迎接我的永远是那清清的小河,蓝得如同梦幻般的天空, Open the steamer lid, Chongming cake white and tender abundance, sweet taste with the curl of water vapor echoed in the evening small courtyard, echoed in the sunset dyed golden Chongming Island, echoed in my dreams. Chongming, my hometown, my complex. Every holiday, I will come here to greet me will always be that clear stream, the blue is like a dreamy sky,