一个星期天,我走出校门,漫步街头,一股熟悉的略带焦味的浓香随风飘来--烤红薯!在冬日的街头,这温暖的香味儿引得匆匆过客驻足购买。闻着这味儿,心中骤然涌起一股感激,一缕怀想,一时忘了身在何处。 我家住在苏北农村,肥沃的黑土为红薯 One Sunday, I walked out of the school gate and walked on the streets. A familiar, slightly scorched aroma fluttered in the wind--roasted sweet potatoes! In the streets of winter, this warm fragrance attracted visitors to stop by. Smell the smell, a sudden surge of gratitude in the heart, a longing for thought, forgot where he was. My family lives in the rural areas of northern Jiangsu. The fertile black soil is sweet potatoes.