上一次吃大闸蟹,是去年的秋天了。蟹黄如暖日,蟹膏似皓雪。然而印象最深刻的莫过于每次吃大闸蟹时,餐桌上都会弥漫的酱油味,甜甜的,淡淡的,让人好生喜欢。那蟹,那酱总会让我想起秋天,想起家,甚至让我觉得九月团圆的日子不是中秋节,而是父亲提着单位发的蟹,母亲拌着酱油和姜蒜的日子。每每到了九月,秋风凉了,我便会痴痴地想着,盼着,期待着哪天推开家门,会看见祖母系着围裙带着一身酱油味从厨房探出头来说:“今天吃大闸蟹!”手里 Last eat crabs, is the fall of last year. Crab, such as warm day, crab cream Hao snow. However, the most impressive thing is that every time you eat crabs, the table will be filled with soy sauce flavor, sweet, light, people like to like. That crab, that sauce always reminds me of the autumn, think of home, and even make me think that September is not the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, but his father carrying a unit of crab, mother mixed with soy sauce and ginger garlic days. Whenever it reaches September, the autumn wind is cool, I will journeying to and looking forward to looking forward to the day when I push the door open and I see my grandmother wearing a sage with a soy saucepan. Eat crabs today! "Hands