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当我背着沉甸甸的书包,拖着行李箱向家走去时,心中总有一种莫名的欢喜与急切。那扇门打开的一瞬,那股熟悉的香气便扑面而至,在不知不觉间钻入神经,挑动那一缕心弦。每当周六从学校回到家,总是倍感温暖。这时,我总会在第一时间想起奶奶的蹒跚身影,想要吃奶奶煮的馄饨。吃馄饨,是儿时的我觉得最幸福的事了。记忆中,是奶奶陪伴着我长大的,而奶奶的馄饨也成了我儿时记忆里最美妙的味道。我喜欢看奶奶包馄饨,闻着厨房里的面粉香味,我心中总是幸
When I was carrying a heavy bag, dragging the trunk to the house, there is always an inexplicable joy and urgency in my heart. The moment when the door opened, the familiar aroma was blown into the air, unconsciously drilled nerves, provoking that ray of heart. Whenever I get home from school on Saturday, I feel always warm. At this time, I always think of my grandma’s staggering figure, want to eat grandma’s wonton. Eat ravioli, childhood is the happiest thing I think. In my memory, my grandmother accompanied me to grow up, and my grandma’s wonton also became the most memorable one in my childhood memories. I like to see granny wonton, smell the smell of flour in the kitchen, my heart is always fortunate