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昨晚路边见一中年男子捧着热乎乎的烤山芋大啖,假装清高的无视而过,内心挣扎之后,终究回首:请问,哪里有卖?经过热情指点,以五元三个的价捧至怀中,雀跃着来到老姐家,一如小时候分食美味般的招呼她共享。人总是因为情境的累积容易对某物产生无法割舍的感情,于我,可能就是这山芋了。矫情的说,我并不钟爱这铁皮油桶里烘出来的美食,尽管它已然是原生态。我更爱的是记忆中故乡灶洞里柴灰下的烤山芋。黑乎乎的外壳和金灿灿的内瓤给足了我们温暖和美妙。
Last night, I saw a middle-aged man holding a hot roasted potato, pretend to be cleared away, after struggling, after all, look back: Excuse me, where to sell? After enthusiastic advice to five yuan three price Holding to the arms, jumping to the old sister home, as a child eating deliciously greet her to share. People always can not give up because of the accumulation of situations easily, and it may be this potato to me. Hypocritically speaking, I do not like the food baked in the oil drums, although it is already native. What I love more is the roasted sweet potato under the ash in the home stove hole in memory. The dark shell and the golden bust gave us warmth and beauty.