青石巷,是我去学校的必经之路,巷边早点铺卖的葱花饼飘香了我早晨的上学路,可是,那味道终是不及爷爷奶奶为我做的葱花饼的味道。“小燕子,穿花衣,年年春天来这里……”童年的我银铃般的歌声回旋在田地里,田埂上星星点点的野花、田地里朴实无华的各种菜花,带着芳香,随风飘荡。我欢喜地唱着歌,心里满是即将吃到爷爷奶奶做的葱花饼的喜悦。只见绿油油的小葱扎根泥土,它们多么挺 Qingshi Alley, is the only way I go to school, the roadside shop selling early spring onion cake fragrant my way to school in the morning, however, that taste is finally less than the grandparents do for me green onion cake taste. “Swallows, wearing flower clothing, come here every spring ... ” childhood of my silver bell-like singing in the field, a few stars on the field wildflowers, the field of plain all kinds of cauliflower, with aroma, Wind drift. I happily sang the song, my heart full of joy is about to eat grandparents do green onion cake. I saw the green onions tied root soil, how they are pretty