In the long life, we often encounter some philosophical things.

What impressed me most was the smell of roasted sweet potatoes.

I remember it was a snowy winter day, the north wind was blowing loudly, and naughty little snowflakes fell on my neck from time to time, which made me shrink my neck into my collar.

There were few people on the street. I had been standing at the intersection waiting for my mother for a long time. Even after the meal time, I still didn’t see my mother come back.

My stomach couldn't help but growl, gurgling.

At this time, a voice like the sound of nature came from the distance, "Roasted sweet potatoes... Roasted sweet potatoes...". As soon as I heard this voice, I jumped up happily, followed the voice and ran over, and bought two without hesitation.

indivual.

As soon as the two roasted sweet potatoes were taken out of the oven, the alluring aroma hit my nose, "It smells so good! It tastes delicious as soon as I smell it." But when the sweet potatoes were handed to my hand, I saw that the two in my hand looked like clods of soil.

It looked like two groups of black things. I almost wondered if there was something wrong with my sense of smell. Is this the roasted sweet potato that made me salivate just by smelling it?

It’s so unattractive! My stomach growled twice more. No matter how many times it was, I hurriedly peeled off a small piece of skin with my hands, and a piece of golden melon pulp came into view. That small piece

The golden melon pulp seemed to be able to speak. It seemed to be saying: "Take a bite! It's very fragrant!" I took a bite, um, it was delicious.

It is true that people cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.