又是一年深秋,天气微凉,集上的卖家却依旧热情不减,大大小小的吆喝声连成一片。“嘿,小姑娘,要山楂吗?看看多新鲜,健胃养脾还解渴。尝一个吧,好吃就买些”。老家后山上的那片山楂树也该这般成熟了吧。我如是想,然后拿起一个往嘴里送,咬了一小口便皱起了眉头,到底是比不上自家种的味道。我咂咂嘴,满 Autumn is a year later, the weather is cool, the seller is still set on the enthusiasm of the same diminutive, loud and clear the cries of sound into one. “Hey, little girl, hawthorn? Look at more fresh, stomach and spleen also quench their thirst .Try one, delicious to buy some.” That piece of home after the Hawthorn Hawthorn should also be so mature. I think so, and then picked up one to his mouth to send, bite a little mouth and frowned, in the end is not comparable to their own kind of taste. I pout, full