母亲做的核桃花卷这个冬天的早晨,窗外黑蒙蒙雾浓浓的。沏一杯老家的青毛茶,一盘热气腾腾的核桃花卷,这早饭就心舒胃暖无比畅快了。深呼吸一下:茶的清香味儿,小麦和着核桃的甜香味儿,窗外麻雀脆脆的歌声儿,浅唱低吟的晨曲,争先恐后涌入身体,从外到里,我被巨大的温暖包围。花卷是母亲让大弟从老家带来的。面好核桃仁多。一层又一层,核桃仁像点点朵朵的花儿盛开在中间, The mother made walnut flowers roll this winter morning, the dark misty thick. Make a cup of home-made green tea, a steaming walnut roll, the heart of this breakfast is very comfortable. Take a deep breath: the scent of tea, the sweet scent of wheat and walnuts, the crisp voice of a sparrow outside the window, the singing of alba whispers into the body, . Hanamaki is the mother brought brother from his home. Noodles are good walnuts. Layer by layer, walnut kernels like blossoming flowers bloom in the middle,