在幻变的生命里,原来时间才是最大的小偷。——题记和好友走在小城的街上,已是夜晚,夏至早已过去久远,香樟下的秋凉铺在街上,细雨纷纷。没有冬天的寒冷,唯一的凉意也被路边暖红色的路灯下冒着烟和香气的烧烤摊冲散。我们挤在熙攘的人群中,看着胖胖的老板娴熟地给肉和莲藕上油,油在通红木炭的高温下“滋滋”地响,撒上孜然和川东特有的辣椒粉,引诱 In the illusion of life, the original time is the largest thief. - Inscription and friends walking in the streets of the town, it is night, the summer solstice has long passed away, autumn and cool under the camphor shop in the street, drizzle. Without the winter’s cold, the only coolness was torn apart by the smoky, aromas of barbecue stalls under the warm red street light. We crowded in the bustling crowd, watching the fat boss skillfully to the meat and lotus root oil, oil in the high temperature charcoal “Zizi ” ring, sprinkle with cumin and Chundong peppery powder , Lure