时光总是旧模样,风里还是扁豆香。“每颗扁豆里呀,都住着个扁豆精,护着扁豆藤,等扁豆熟了,那扁豆精就会出来,变成人的样子,再去帮助凡人……”我嗅着外祖母身上的扁豆香,也没有心思听下面的故事了,就想着那扁豆精变成人的事,想着想着突然一惊,眼睛直直地瞪向外祖母,她会不会是扁豆精变的?不然为什么身上一年到.头都有扁豆香?我心里藏不住东西,想到了就问出来: Time is always the same, the wind or lentils incense. “Every lentil in, are living in a lentil, care of lentils rattan, lentils and other cooked, then lentils will come out, look like a man, go to help mortals ... ” I sniffed my grandmother The lentil incense on the body, nor the mind to listen to the following story, thinking about lentils refined adult thing, thinking of a sudden startled, eyes stare straight to her grandmother, she will not lentil refined Otherwise, why the body a year to go. Head has a lentil incense? My heart can not hide things, think of it and asked: