在繁华的街头市场,在拥挤喧哗的古都,一声“米酒来”的吆喝,经常会吸引来一帮人,常常就有先生小姐,或者太婆太公,或者学生青年掏出一元两元的,喝上一碗农家米酒。只要有人开口一喝,顿时满街都弥漫着米酒香,这是一种古老的情,这是一种无法说清的文化。 In the bustling street market, in the ancient capital of crowded cities, a sip of “rice wine” often attracts a group of people. There are often Miss Mister, or Taipa, or students’ youths who spend $1 and $2 each. A bowl of farm rice. As long as someone speaks and drinks, all the streets are filled with rice wine. This is an old feeling. This is a culture that cannot be explained clearly.