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春节,去友人家做客,热情的主人端来一盘青绿焦黄的香椿芽炒鸡蛋,不知是鲜艳的颜色格外诱人,还是吃腻了大鱼大肉,这盘小菜备受青睐。回味着香椿芽的鲜香,唤醒了尘封的回忆,酝酿了一季的希望又涌上心头,往事如风,却不曾远走……过完了正月十五,家里储存的年货被姐弟几个一扫而光,窝头伴咸菜的日子又如期而至。于是,我天天在香椿树下仰望,企盼它快快发芽,帮我驱赶深藏腹中的“馋虫”——吃上几顿可口的饭菜是儿时最大的奢望。香椿树虽不及杨树挺拔,不比柳
Spring Festival, to the Friends of the family guest, enthusiastic host to a green-yellow toon fried bean curd, I do not know is the vivid color is particularly attractive, or eat tired big fish, this dish is popular. Aftertaste of Toon scent, wake up the dusty memories, brewing a season of hope and in my heart, the past wind, but never far away ... ... After the first lunar January fifteen, home stocked by the sisters a few one Swept away, watered down with pickles on schedule. So, every day I look down at the tree, hope it sprouts quickly, help me to drive away the deep “caterpillar” - eating a few delicious meals is the biggest luxury of childhood. Toon tree, although not as tall as poplar, than Liu