我的家乡是鱼米之乡,盛产莲藕。桐子湖的粉藕是出了名的。妈妈的拿手菜就是脊骨藕汤。冬至日,清晨。屋外还是一片漆黑,厨房却成为了妈妈的舞台。她定会迈着花仙子般轻盈的步子进入厨房,当然不是那种小精灵了,应该是睡美人般的精灵婶婶吧!水龙头的流水声,燃气灶被拧开的声音,盖上锅盖的声音,水被煮沸的声音……此起彼伏,唤醒我肚中馋虫无数。挡不住的诱惑啊!趿着拖鞋,睡眼惺忪的我,隔着走道隐隐看见厨房闪现的画面:火舌从锅底舔出来,妈妈的影子被柔柔的灯 My hometown is a land of fish and rice, rich in lotus roots. The mealworms in Tongzi Lake are famous. Mother’s signature dish is spine soup. The winter solstice and early morning. Outside the house is still dark, the kitchen has become a stage for her mother. She will enter the kitchen with a fairy flower-like step, not the kind of elf, of course, it should be a fairy-like elves! The sound of the faucet, the sound of the gas stove being unscrewed, and the lid covered The voice, the sound of the water being boiled ... ... one after another, awakening my belly countless locusts. Unable to stop the temptation, ah, licking slippers, sleepy eyes, faintly across the aisle to see the picture of the kitchen flash: the fire tongue out from the bottom of the pot, the shadow of the mother was soft light