我穿着厚重的棉衣走在上学的路上。天气真冷啊!我缩着脖子,手插在衣兜里,紧紧地攥着这个月的零花钱。街上行人稀少,沿街的店铺很多都没开门。偶尔几家开业的,店主们也是躲在屋内烤火,不会主动招揽顾客。是啊,这种鬼天气,谁还在乎那点买卖呢。突然,我闻到了一股香喷喷的烤红薯味。转头一看,哟,还真有不要命的人在摆摊呢。烤红薯的是一位老奶奶,她经常在学校附近做些小买卖,很多学生都认识她。我加快了脚步,来到摊前。那个佝偻的 I am wearing a thick coat walking on the way to school. The weather is really cold! I squeezed my neck, my hand in my pocket, clutching my pocket money this month. Few pedestrians in the street, many shops along the street did not open the door. Occasionally several opened, the shopkeepers are hiding in the house baked fire, will not take the initiative to attract customers. Yes, this ghost weather, who still care about that point of sale it. Suddenly, I smelled a fragrant roasted sweet potato flavor. Turn around and look, yo, really do not life in the stall it. Roasted sweet potato is a grandma, she often do some small business near the school, many students know her. I accelerated the pace, came to the booth. That shy