记忆中久远的CD片中传出沙哑而温馨的声音,隐隐透出幸福的味道在哪儿?我急切地寻觅着,只觉得时光的河在眼前缓缓流过———依稀记得孩提时那布满道道皱纹的羊肠小道,耳边似乎还萦绕着冰棒老人的声音:“卖冰棒了……”悠长深远,一直渗入我们这群孩子的心田。一会儿一群群小脑袋? A hoarse and warm voice came from the long-term CDs. What was the taste of happiness? I eagerly searched for it. I only felt that the river of time flowed slowly in front of me. There are wrinkled lanes in the creek, and the ears seem to linger with the voice of the old popsicle: “Selling popsicles...” has been long and far-reaching and has permeated the hearts of our children. A group of small brains for a while?