不知何时,小街旁竖起了一把高大的的广告伞,伞下是一个现做现卖米团的点心摊,摊主是一位中年妇女,其貌不扬,衣着朴素。每天上学我都要从大伞旁经过,有时竟懒得瞥上它一眼。然而,今天我却深情地凝望了它许久。事情是这样的:早上,我睡过了头,接过妈妈准备的早餐钱就匆匆出门了。外面好冷,寒风飕飕地灌进衣袖,我赶紧攥紧了袖口,直奔街头那把大伞。大伞下,摊主阿姨一边快速忙碌着,一边热情地招呼着顾客。“阿姨,买个甜心米团。”阿姨点了点头,娴熟地抓起一团珍珠般晶亮的糯米饭团,放在洁白的塑料纸上,然后均匀地撒上乌黑喷香的芝麻,又将 I do not know when, a small street erected a tall umbrella, is an umbrella under the cake is now selling snacks, stall is a middle-aged woman, unsurpassed appearance, simple clothing. Every day I go to school to go by the umbrella, and sometimes too lazy to glance at it. However, today I stared at it lovingly for a long time. Things like this: In the morning, I slept too far and took the breakfast money my mum had prepared to hurried out. Cold outside, cold wind shyly into the sleeves, I quickly clenched the cuffs, went straight to the street umbrella. Under the big umbrella, the aunt and stall owner quickly and enthusiastically greeted the customers. "Aunt, nodded, adeptly grasping a ball of pearl-like glutinous rice balls, on a white plastic sheet of paper, and then evenly sprinkle black sesame flavor, and will