牛粪煨山芋,听起来都让人大倒胃口,还会让人有食欲?它却是父亲记忆中的美食。据说父亲儿时是个不折不扣的顽童。放学回家的那一段田间小路,常被他蹦跳得情趣无限。赭色的小路在田野间蜿蜒,路两旁的青草如绿色的飘带。途经邻家山芋地,父亲禁不住诱惑,动了“偷窃”的念头。父亲操起两只五齿小肉耙,迅速扒出几个细长红润的山芋,用衣服裹着,乐颠颠地跑到溪边。 Diminutive cow dung, it sounds alot of appetite, but also people appetite? It is the memory of his father’s food. It is said that his father was an out-and-out childhood urchin. The field road that comes home from school is often bounded by his interest. Ocher road meandering in the fields, the green grass on both sides of the road like a ribbon. Through the neighboring potato, his father could not help temptation, move “steal ” idea. My father ran two five-tooth small meat rake, quickly raked out a few slender rosy potato, wrapped in clothes, music Britain went to the stream.