以前小区门口有个卖山芋的摊子,摊主是位老人,无论刮风下雨,都会在下午四点左右蹬着三轮车,拖着一袋子山芋来卖。学校放学后,走到小区门口,我总会被烤山芋的香气勾起肚子里的馋虫。卖山芋的是个白胡子白眉毛的老人,脸上布满深深的沟壑,眼窝陷进去,一双手因常年在炉灶里翻弄,长出了厚 Before the cell door has a stall selling potato, stall owner is an elderly, regardless of the wind and rain, will be about four o’clock in the afternoon tricycles, dragging a bag of potato to sell. After school school, walked to the door of the district, I will always be the aroma of roasted potato belly greasy worms. Sell ​​the potato is a white beard white eyebrows of the elderly, his face covered with deep gully, eye socket trapped in, a pair of hands because of perennial in the stove in the fun, grow thick