寒冷的冬日,心情也降到了冰点,可那位平凡的老人和他的烤红薯却温暖了我的心。天气恶劣,寒风刺骨。走在放学路上,我的心情很糟:作业没认真写,被老师狠狠骂了一顿。哼,不就是作业吗?计较那么多!我愤愤地想。忽然瞥见校门口有卖烤红薯的,排队的人不多,我立刻走了过去。卖烤红薯的是一位老人,皮肤黝黑,身材矮胖,头发蓬乱,双手沾着煤灰,衣服上的补丁满是油污,说话的语气还挺凶。我见他吼一个用手拿烫红薯的小姑娘,凶恶的模样令人生畏。不过听同学说他全家都靠 Cold winter, the mood has dropped to freezing point, but the ordinary man and his baked sweet potato but my heart warm. Bad weather, cold breeze. Walking on the way to school, my mood is bad: I did not write my homework seriously and was severely criticized by the teacher. Well, is not homework? Considering so much! I think angrily. Suddenly glimpse the door to sell roasted sweet potato, not many people line up, I immediately passed. Sell ​​roasted sweet potatoes is an old man, dark skin, plump body, disheveled hair, his hands stained with coal ash, the patches on the clothes full of oil, the tone of the speech quite fierce. I saw him roar a little sweet potatoes by hand, the girl looks like daunting. However, listening to his classmates said that he depends on the whole family