热腾腾的白米饭,撒上一层白糖,搅匀,便成了一碗糖米饭。现在,我的面前就是一碗糖米饭,热气腾腾,香气四溢。热气缠绕着思绪跨越了空间,回到了我的家乡——西安:香气伴随着思绪穿越了时间,回到了少不更事的那段时光,仿佛义成了那个不懂事的小女孩,不停哭闹的小女孩,爱耍脾气的小女孩。然而,只要有一碗糖米饭,只要吃一口糖米饭,便安 Hot white rice, sprinkle with a layer of white sugar, mix well, they became a bowl of sugar rice. Now, in front of me is a bowl of sugar rice, steaming, fragrant. Hot air winding thoughts across the space, back to my hometown - Xi’an: aroma with thoughts crossed the time, back to the period of little less, as if the righteous became the naive little girl, kept crying small Girl, little girl with temper. However, as long as there is a bowl of sugar rice, just eat a bowl of sugar rice, then safety