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岁寒云低,黄叶漫卷,萧萧瑟瑟的,是小城的清晨。我踏着清冷的白霜,转过一个街角,远远就看见一阵雪白的雾气在那家馄饨店前升腾。在冷天吃一碗滚烫的馄饨,实在是件妙事。开馄饨店的夫妇也深谙其理,于是在店前放置一口热水沸腾的大锅,店内温暖如春,一群食客大快朵颐。我进到店中,照旧点一小碗馄饨。微黄的墙壁昭示了经久的岁月,店内却一尘不染,一切都是那么干净舒适。不多时,馄饨上桌。在食客们的轻声交谈中,执一
Cold-year-old low clouds, yellow leaves diffuse volume, rustling, is the town’s early morning. I marched cold frost, turned a corner, far away to see a burst of white mist rising in front of that ravioli shop. In the cold to eat a bowl of hot wonton, it is a wonderful thing. Wonton shop opened the couple also well versed in its management, so in front of the store placed a hot pot of boiling water, the store warm as spring, a group of diners blubber. I entered the shop, still a little bowl of wonton. Yellowish walls show the enduring years, the spot is spotless, everything is so clean and comfortable. Not much time, ravioli on the table. In the soft talk of diners, hold one