九月重阳,早稻登场。农家忙着碾米磨粉,蒸糕煎饼,白雾笼罩的厨房里,飘出一股甜丝丝的清香。因为祖母喜爱糯米甜食,所以家里每年重阳节蒸糕是不可少的。我印象最深的要数枣泥糕了。 老家门前有一棵枣树,树干像半截埋在地里的铁塔,顶端分出三四株大权,向四方的天空扩张开去。春天,绿伞 Heavy sun in September, early rice debut. Farmers busy rice milling flour, steamed cake pancake, the kitchen covered in white mist, wafting a sweet smell of silk fragrance. Because grandmothers love glutinous rice sweet, so the home every year Chung Yeung steamed cake is essential. My deepest impression to the number of dates cake. Home in front of a jujube, trunk like half buried in the ground of the tower, the top three or four points out of power, to the Quartet’s expansion to the sky. Spring, green umbrella