暗红的砖灶。捡起几条柴枝放进火里,噼里啪啦,老灶台烟雾弥漫。坐炉边的那是我,捧着语文课本,闻着锅里红桃粿特有的香味,早已记不起老师布置的作业。“一去二三里,烟村四五家”的诗句还没来得及背出,粉红粉红的红桃粿已经摆在桌面上了。早已不在课本里的心思再也按捺不住,抢着拿起一个粿就开始吃,看 Dark red brick stove. Pick up a few sticks into the fire, crackling, smoke filled the old stove. Sitting on the fireside that is me, holding a textbook, smell the unique fragrance of red peony in the pot, can not remember the assignment of the teacher. “One to two three years, four or five smoke village,” the poem has not had time to back out, pink and pink peach 粿 has been placed on the desktop. Has long been out of the mind of the textbook can no longer hold back, rushing to pick up a 粿 began to eat, see