在北方的一个角落,让馋意栖息在美味的夜晚。我写过一句诗:在北方的一个角落,让馋意栖息在美味的夜晚。馋意,从美食的另一个角度看,就是挥之不去的诗意。我也相信,古今的美食家甚至草根吃货们,他们的味蕾必与童年共生共长,虽浪迹天涯,回味之中,儿时情愫却绵延长久。且看我曾写过的《温柔的豆腐》:“小时候,钻进冬天的热被窝里,就像天堂。多年了,土炕的温情,光脚丫的梦,老尘 In a corner of the north, let the greedy habitat in the delicious night. I wrote a poem: in a corner of the north, so greedy habitat in the delicious night. Greedy, from another point of view of food, is the lingering poetic. I also believe that ancient and modern gourmet even eat grassroots food, their taste buds will be symbiotic with childhood a total of long, although the world wandering, aftertaste, childhood love but extended for a long time. And look at the ”gentle tofu“ that I have ever written: ”When I was a kid, I got into the hot blanket in the winter, just like paradise. For years, Tukang’s warmth, barefoot dreams, old dust