你会不会在某个瞬间,“咔嚓”一下疯狂地想念某种味道?你也许会说是爱的味道、友情的味道。但我记得最清楚的是,初二期末考试完,我在家里心急如焚地等待成绩时,突然心急如焚地思念起学校东门旁的摊饼。没错,就是南方特有的那种摊饼,把面粉和鸡蛋混在一起摊成一个柔软的、吹弹可破的圆,撒上葱花和一些香气四溢的佐料,然后那个看起来很像知识分子的大爷问我要加火腿肠还是油条。一口下去,萝卜干嘎嘣 You will not be a moment, “Kacha ” Some crazy miss a taste? You may say that the taste of love, the taste of friendship. But the clearest thing I can remember is that after the end of the first two final exams, I was anxiously waiting for my grades at home, suddenly anxiously thinking of the stalls beside the east gate of the school. That’s right, it’s the kind of South-specific stand that mixes the flour with the egg, spreads it into a soft, blow-dry round, sprinkled with chopped green onion and some fragrant spices, and then that looks a lot like knowledge Molecule uncle asked me to add sausage or fritters. Goes one by one, carrot dry gaga