Essay miss the alleyway mouth of the oil cake

The alleyway, the old man, the smiling face, the scallion pancakes with a faint scent, will always flash in front of my eyes, lingering, let a person unlimited nostalgia ......

A period of time, the life is rushed and boring, the mood of boredom to the extreme, and even the breakfast is casually dealt with. Around the grandmother selling scallion pancakes at the entrance of the alley, there were always people standing around, and out of curiosity, I joined the team.

Finally, it was my turn in the line, only to see the old granny busy in front of the stall, I was a little surprised that she was the only one who was busy with so much business. I was surprised that the old man had a pair of nimble hands, those hands jumped on the snow-white dough, kneaded a ball of white pixie into a regular ball, gently patted it, it became a round cake. Granny took a small brush, smeared with golden oil flowers, and then put it into the frying pan, then I heard a wonderful sizzling sound ...... I watched mesmerized, not realizing that my grandmother had already handed a cake to me, "Here you go!" Only when I heard the grandmother's voice did my eyes slide from her hands to her face. Her wrinkled face had eyes like stars shining with joy.

I was struck by this sudden smile, and a warm current of itchiness crept through my heart. I looked down and took a bite of the scallion pancake in my hand, which was clearly sandwiched with happiness. I remembered that smile from then on, remembered her scallion pancake, I became a regular customer there, as long as there is a free time, I will buy myself a scallion pancake, feel, in addition to the scent of scallion pancake, there is also a happy.

With the increase in the number of scallion pancakes I bought, I have a deeper understanding of the old man: her children work far away in the south, and some years ago the companion of many years old also left her, leaving her alone to live alone. But her smile has never disappeared, she is always so optimistic, always full of gratitude for life, every scallion pancake is her child, she will love and gratitude with dexterous hands kneaded into the scallion pancake, and then pass it on to others.

Looking at the busy grandmother, I suddenly felt ashamed, what are some small setbacks I experienced? Life has made her suffer a lot, but can not wear out her optimistic spirit, she always with a peaceful smile to life, will be happy to pass on to the people around her, this is not exactly the gratitude for life?

Today, I have become cheerful and confident, and the grandmother's stall at the mouth of the alley is no longer there, perhaps she followed her children to go. But I still miss my grandmother's scented scallion pancakes, and I miss the days when scallion pancakes were a part of my life.