那是很早了。早在这个小城还完全是另一个小城的时候,早在它还没有和其他沿海小城一模一样的时候。早到烧饼铺的师傅脸上还没有生出皱纹的时候——他就守着那黝黑的煤球炉,栖居在那条巷子里。我最喜欢吃他家的缸爿。一揪,一搓,一卷,一擀,再撒上碧青的小葱花——葱是门前新掐的,与洁白的面饼着实是两相宜。 It is very early. As early as this town is still completely another town, as long as it is not yet exactly the same as the other coastal town. As early as the chef shop did not wrinkle the face when the teacher - he was guarding the dark briquettes furnace, dwelling in the alley. I like to eat the best of his house. A row, a rub, a roll, a roll, and then sprinkled green blue green onion - green onions in front of the new pinch, and white bread really is a two-pronged approach.