有一段时间,我每天早晨要沿着“中山路”从东到西横穿小城。天刚蒙蒙亮,道路两旁就热闹起来。打扫后的街道干净整洁,各种店铺的防盗门“咔嚓”一声巨响被打开。人们三三两两走出家门,去吃早点。路北的早点摊成为了最具烟火气息的一道风景。这些早点摊,每隔五六百米就有一个,热闹而井然有序。早点摊上的叮叮当当声和人语声,成为小城温暖和谐的序曲。秋风已有些凉,道旁树有零星的落叶,但是到早点摊上一坐,心里顿生一股暖意,觉得活在这烟火人间真是无比 For some time, I crossed the town every morning along “Zhongshan Road” from east to west. It was dawn, and it was bustling on both sides of the road. Clean the streets clean and tidy, all kinds of shops security door “click ” a loud noise was opened. People come out in twos and threes, eat breakfast. North Road, the early stalls have become the most breathtaking scenery of a smoke. These early stalls, one every fifty-six hundred meters, lively and orderly. Early rattles and human voices, a warm and harmonious overture town. Autumn has been a bit cold, the trees along the road sporadic leaves, but to sit down early breakfast, my heart suddenly gave birth to a warmth, that living in this pyrotechnical world is really incomparable