记忆中总有些味道让我们念念不忘,现在,有幸再吃到,却已不是当年的心境,也许是做美味的人变了,也许是我们变了,有些记忆,因为沾着时光,才有了味道……小时候也没什么零食,隔很长一段时间会有一个做鸡蛋糕的人到村子里来,家家户户拿着鸡蛋白糖去做。妈妈把做好的鸡蛋糕放篮子里,挂在楼梯下,我和姐姐都够不到,每天都仰着头望眼欲穿。那么好吃的鸡蛋糕,长大后再也没吃到过。 There are always some memories of our memories, and now, the fortunate enough to eat, but it is not the state of mind, may be delicious people changed, maybe we have changed, some memory, because of the time, only taste ... No childhood snacks, after a long period of time there will be a person to do the cake to the village, every household holding egg white sugar to do. Mom put the cooked cake in the basket, hanging under the stairs, my sister and I are not enough, every day looking up at them. So delicious chicken cake, grew up and never eaten.