不觉春至,又见纸鸢。墨绿、朱红于普蓝中晕染开来。在老家的那段日子,零碎却最可回味。因为那段时光太纯净,俘虏了童年的心。那时,每天放学的路上,一个胖嘟嘟的小男孩,总会扯着外婆的衣角,赖着要买五角钱油炸的糯米团。慈祥的外婆总会先找拒绝的理由:吃了糯米团,回家就吃不下饭了;妈妈知道了,要挨骂的……可最终还是拗不过小外孙那噘得老高的小嘴巴。于是孩子一路上吃得满嘴是油,那糯米团上芝麻粉的醇 Spring break, see the paper kite. Dark green, vermilion blooming in the blue. In those days of home, fragmented but the most memorable. Because that time is too pure, captured the childhood heart. At that time, on the way of school every day, a chubby little boy always teased grandmother’s clothes and relied on the purchase of the Pentagonal fried glutinous rice dumpling. Kind of grandmother will always find a reason to refuse: eat glutinous rice regiment, home can not eat rice; mother know, to be scolded ... ... can eventually beat the small grandson of grandchildren that small mouth. So children eat mouthful of oil, the glutinous rice balls on the sesame powder alcohol