春节回到南方的乡下,火盆生起来了,我一路的颠簸疲惫全没了,剩下的只是高兴。父亲在火盆上支一个小铁架子,把年糕烤得外面脆脆的,他把烤焦的地方放进自己嘴里,然后去拿一个瓷碟子,倒上白砂糖,把恰好枯黄的一截放在上面递给我。围坐在火盆前,里外全是温暖。他继续翻动着火盆上的年糕,你快吃,热的总被你吃成冷的!而我此时只是乐,糍粑粘嘴,白砂糖咬起来咯吱咯吱的。 Spring Festival back to the south of the country, the brazier was born, I was tired all the way tired, the rest is just happy. My father put a small iron shelf on the brazier and baked the rice cakes outside. He placed the scorched place into his mouth, and then he took a porcelain plate, poured white sugar, Give it to me. Sitting in front of the brazier, both inside and outside are warm. He continued to flip the rice cakes on the brazier, you eat fast, the heat is always you eat cold! And I am just happy, sticky mouth, white sugar cried creak.