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家常菜,干变万化,但变的是菜式,不变的是味道,用心烹饪的家的味道。家常菜不单单是一种亲情,一种生活方式,更是爱的记忆。一个假期的清晨,天空是橘黄色的,轻轻柔柔地下着细细的小雨,一声一声地打在铁皮做的雨蓬上,滴滴答答,颇有节奏感。爸妈不在家,我缩在暖和的被子里,室内一盏老旧的台灯发出橘黄的光,令人有些昏沉。小雨滴滴答答落在窗台上的声音,让我想起蒋捷《虞美人·听雨》中的诗句:“少年听雨歌楼中,红烛昏罗帐。”我虽未听雨于歌楼,此刻的意境却与诗中大致相同,透着一丝慵懒。
Home cooking, dry change, but change is a dish, the same is the flavor, heart cooking home taste. Home cooking is not only a kind of family, a way of life, it is a memory of love. The early morning of a holiday, the sky is orange, softly under the gentle light rain, as soon as I hit the canopy made of metal, ticking, quite rhythm. Mom and dad are not at home, I shrink in the warm quilt, the interior of an old table lamp emits orange light, it is a bit gloomy. Small raindrops falling on the windowsill sound, reminds me of Jiang Jie “corn poppy rain” in the poem: “I heard Raindance House, the red candle stumbled account.” "Although I have not heard of rain Song House, the mood at the moment but the same with the poem, reveals a touch of lazy.