深冬的一天,我到郊区访友。行走间,忽闻“砰”的一声,紧接着一股熟悉的、浓浓的香甜味钻进鼻孔。我不禁抬头望去,原来是一位老人正在用原始的手摇燃柴式铁罐做爆米花。刹那间,记忆的闸门被打开,儿时的情景浮现在眼前,就好像空气中弥漫飘荡的越来越浓重的爆米花香味儿一样,把我一层层地包围起来……我出生在一个普通的小村庄,那时的生活很艰辛。对于我们这些调皮而嘴馋的小孩子而言,最盼望的除了春节的新衣服、放鞭炮之外,就是收完玉米、种下小麦之后 Winter day, I went to the suburbs friends. Walk between, suddenly heard “bang ” soon, followed by a familiar, thick sweet smell into the nostrils. I can not help but look up, turned out to be an old man is using the original hand-cranked firewood cans of popcorn. Suddenly, the gate of memory was opened and the childhood scene appeared in front of me, just like the increasingly thick, popping popcorn smell in the air surrounded me layer by layer ... I was born in an ordinary Of the small village, when life is very difficult. For those of us naughty and greedy children, the most hopeful addition to the new clothes for the Spring Festival, set off firecrackers, is the harvest of corn, planted wheat