我家楼下曾经有一个简易的便捷式小包子铺,说是包子铺,其实就是一辆陈旧的铁三轮车,轮胎与把手都锈了,静静地搁在那个十字路口。车上摆满了一笼屉一笼屉香喷喷的包子与一箱箱甜美的牛奶豆浆,还有清甜可口的八宝粥,热气腾腾。那包子的香味虽说不上飘香十里,但至少三轮 My family downstairs had a simple convenient small buns shop, said buns shop, in fact, is an old iron tricycle, tires and handles are rusty, quietly resting on the crossroads. The car was filled with a tray of a drawer of fragrant chestnut fragrant buns and a box of sweet milk milk, as well as sweet and delicious rice pudding, steaming. Although the buns smell fragrant ten miles, but at least three rounds