四月的春风吹在人们身上,暖暖的,十分舒服。从奶奶家出来,拐过那个路口便到了——红薯摊。依旧是那位老奶奶,穿着蓝色的衣服,戴着灰色的袖套,衣服上还有烤红薯时弄上的形状不一的污迹。她在这里有差不多三年之久了。不知从何时起,我便时时光顾这个小摊。“要不要来一个红薯?刚烤的呢!”老奶奶一脸笑容地看着我。我微微点头。老人便挑了个大个的放上去。她拿着火钳的手布满 April spring breeze blowing in people, warm, very comfortable. Out from my grandmother home, turned to that juncture it - sweet potato stalls. Is still the grandmother, wearing blue clothes, wearing a gray sleeve, clothes and baked sweet potato get the shape of the stains. She has been here for almost three years. I do not know since when, I will always patronize this stall. “Do you want to come to a sweet potato? Freshly roasted! ” Granny look at me with a smile. I nodded slightly. The elderly will pick a big one put up. She covered her hands with tongs