早晨, 奶奶煮面条时,顺便加了点刚买回来的韭菜。端起韭菜面,一股特异的清香从记忆深处飘来。年幼的我总盼着到大山外赶集,或许为那诱人口水的小吃,或许为那爱不释手的玩具,总之“收获”很多。 In the morning, when the grandmother cooked noodles, she added a bit of freshly picked leeks. Picking up leek noodles, a unique fragrance floats from the depths of memory. Young I always look forward to gathering outside the mountains, perhaps for the lure of population water snacks, perhaps for the love of the toy, in short, “harvest” a lot.