小区东门外的一片空地上,建了座烧烤城。说是城,其实也就是围了院墙,散布着几十家烧烤摊。每当黄昏的时候,城里就有青色的烟雾冉冉升起,空气中飘浮着浓重的孜然和烤羊肉的香味儿。公交车、私家车、电动车……无数双眼睛朝这里张望着,同时嘴里、脑里,都回荡着羊肉串的香味儿。夏天,是个挥汗如雨的季节。那些烧烤摊前,摊主挥的是顾客满座带来的兴奋和欣喜,吃客挥的是大快朵颐带来的满足和快意。 Residential area east of a piece of open space, built a barbecue seat. Said to be the city, in fact, is surrounded by a courtyard wall, spread with dozens of barbecue stalls. Whenever evening dusk, there was a cloud of cyan smoke rising up in the city, floating in the air with a thick aroma of cumin and roasted lamb. Bus, private car, electric car ... ... countless pairs of eyes looking over here, at the same time, my mind, are echoing the smell of mutton string children. Summer is a sweaty season. Those who bake stalls before, stalls play is the customer excited to bring the thrill and joy, eat waving is blissful satisfaction and pleasure.