甜甜软软白白绵绵松松蓬蓬的奶香,是大姨每天从烘焙坊回来时身上笼着的味道。细微悠长,若隐若现,酥了我的鼻尖、舌尖和我颤颤的心尖。小时候我常去烘焙坊玩。推开木门会触动门楣上的风铃,发出叮叮当当的碰撞声。一进去就全是奶油味、蛋糕坯干燥的味、巧克力半融不化的味,有时还夹着新鲜水果味和木头新上的油漆味,热烘烘地团团盘踞在天花板上。左手边的木头架上摆着各种明码标价的糕点和面包:又圆又 Sweet soft white puffy puff pastry milk, is the aunt every day from the bakery when the body of the cage smell. Slightly long, looming, the tip of my nose, my tip and my quivering apex. When I was young, I often went to the bakery to play. Open the wooden door will touch the wind chimes on the lintel, issued rattled collision sound. The creamy, cake-dried flavor, the semi-melted chocolate, and sometimes the fresh fruit flavors and the paint-on-wood of the wood, are entwined in the hot air on the ceiling. On the left hand side of the wooden shelf with a variety of clearly priced cakes and bread: Round again