又是一年立秋。推门,走进,扑面而来的是一股清甜的粮食香味。妈妈正从厨房里探出头来:“回来啦?先洗手,稍微等一会儿,我做了糜子糕,马上就好了。”糜子糕?多么熟悉的名字啊!记得蝉儿倦了、叶儿乏了、天气转凉风变爽的季节,我总是在姥姥家度过的。虽然都是古城,但咸阳的雨季,总带着些西安没有的韵味,那么柔和,那么平静。早晨,姥姥总是要 It is the beginning of a year. Push the door, walked in, blowing the sweet smell of a grain of food. Mother is stuck his head in the kitchen: “back? Wash your hands first, wait for a while, I made the crackers cake, right away. ” What is the familiar name of the cake! Remember cicadas tired, Ye children lacking, the weather turned cool and cool season, I always spend at my grandmother’s home. Although the ancient city, but the rainy season in Xianyang, Xi’an always with some charm, so soft, so calm. In the morning, grandma always wants