在纷乱嘈杂的学校门口，在夕阳金黄的余晖下，“香甜的红薯哟，金黄的糖人哟，软软的棉花糖哟！看一看呀！”这熟悉的声音在我耳边萦绕，那熟悉的身影再次映入我的眼帘。
At the chaotic and noisy school gate, under the golden glow of the setting sun, the familiar voice of "Sweet sweet potatoes, golden candy people, soft marshmallows! Take a look!" lingered in my ears, and the familiar figure once again caught my eye.
我很馋，几乎每一次都要买下一个糖人或者一个红薯解馋，如此我们也就渐渐熟悉了。
I am very greedy, almost every time I have to buy a candy man or a sweet potato to satisfy my cravings, and we gradually become familiar with each other.
有一次，我又准备买一个红薯，在他找钱的时候，手里还不忘摇着他的宝贝工具，这个人大概五十多岁吧，皮肤黝黑，脸上有着黑斑，眼角有着细细的皱纹，可能是因为好几天没睡觉了，黑眼圈特别重。我正看得愣神，只听那人浓厚的东北音：“小姑娘，钱给你。”我连忙道谢，又发现他递钱的手十分粗糙，有着厚厚的老茧。这人真老实，别人一个红薯10块钱，他才8块，看我是小学生才只要了我6块。我边吃红薯边想着。来源 wwW.ZUowEnbA.nET
Once, I was about to buy a sweet potato again. While he was looking for money, he didn't forget to shake his precious tool in his hand. This person was probably in his fifties, with dark skin, black spots on his face, and fine wrinkles around his eyes. Perhaps because he hadn't slept for several days, his dark circles were particularly heavy. I was staring blankly when I heard the person's strong Northeastern accent: "Little girl, here's the money for you." I quickly thanked him, but then noticed that his hand was very rough and had thick calluses when handing over the money. This person is really honest. While someone else's sweet potato costs 10 yuan, he only costs 8 yuan. As a primary school student, he only paid me 6 yuan. I was thinking while eating sweet potatoes.
有一天星期五，我又去买红薯了，禁不住问他：“伯伯，您也有五十多岁了吧，怎么还在这儿卖红薯，您儿子呢？”老伯伯豪爽地笑了笑：“小姑娘，我已经六十一了，我住在万红苑，我儿子可有钱了，大老板呢！”他一边把红薯递给我，一边说：“是我自己怀念年轻时卖红薯的情景，所以在学校门口摆摊。”他舔了舔干裂的嘴唇，突然露出了一丝不易察觉的微笑：“小姑娘，红薯涨价了，今天红薯10块钱一个哦！”“什么！”我疯了似地大喊一声，老人的光辉形象在我心里破碎了……
One Friday, I went to buy sweet potatoes again and couldn't help but ask him, "Uncle, you're also in your fifties, why are you still selling sweet potatoes here? Where's your son?" The old uncle laughed boldly and said, "Little girl, I'm already sixty-one years old. I live in Wan Hongyuan, and my son has a lot of money. Big Old Board!" As he handed me the sweet potatoes, he said, "It's because I miss the scene of selling sweet potatoes when I was young, so I set up a stall at the school gate." He licked his dry lips and suddenly showed a subtle smile: "Little girl, sweet potatoes have gone up in price. Today, sweet potatoes cost 10 yuan each. Oh!" "What!" I shouted frantically, the shining image of the old man shattered in my heart
还是学校门口，还是夕阳底下，那个佝偻的身影还在不停地叫卖着，他的红薯和糖人，还有那软绵绵的棉花糖……
Still at the school gate, still under the sunset, that hunched figure kept selling his sweet potatoes, sugar man, and soft cotton candy