人间烟火不可名状,难寻于庙堂之上,只藏在市井乡野。小时候,每当我和院子里的小伙伴背着书包往家走,总要路过一座农贸市场。刚刚起锅的“糖油果子”泛着红润的光泽,沾一点白色的芝麻粒,用竹签子串在一起,别提多诱人了。做“三大炮”的师傅把糯米团子重重地抛向竹簸箕,砰砰砰滚落下来,占满了芝麻、黄豆粉的“炮弹”被淋上浓稠带泡的红糖汁,令人垂涎欲滴。蜂窝煤炉灶上 Unspeakable human fireworks, hard to find in the temple above, only hidden in the market township. When I was young, whenever I walked home with my backpack in the yard, I had to pass a farmer’s market. Just wok “sweet and sour fruit ” glowing ruddy luster, a little white sesame seeds, with bamboo skewers together, let alone more attractive. To do “three cannon ” master throw glutinous rice dumpling heavily bamboo dustpan, bang bang bangs down, filled with sesame, soybean meal “shell ” was drenched thick bubble of brown sugar juice, Mouth watering. Honeycomb stove on the stove