从校门口到我家,就是一条充满诱惑的路。一放学,跑出校门,小摊随处可见。虽然小贩们从不吆喝,但仍然会被三五成群的同学包围。有钱的,左手一个手抓饼,右手一个油炸糕;没钱的,会向同学撒娇卖萌,讨口刨冰吃;胆小的,不敢要,只能眼巴巴地看着别人狼吞虎咽,自己却口水流了一地。以前,我最爱做的事就是在放学路上吃肉夹馍。那软软的馍皮下,几块微辣 From the school gate to my home, is a road full of temptation. A school, ran out of school, stalls can be seen everywhere. Although hawkers never cry, they will still be surrounded by a few students. Rich, the left hand a cake, right hand a fried cake; no money, will spoil the classmates to sell Meng, to discuss the shaved ice to eat; timid, afraid to, can only look at others gobbled themselves Drooling all over. In the past, my favorite thing to do was to eat meat clips on my way to school. That soft skin under the skin, a few spicy