Broken copper and rotten iron set 1106
Poetry: Ma Liyun
Photo: Qi Yuliang
pancake
Ma Liyun
Pour a spoonful of pasted dough into the center of the pan.
The small rake pulls and walks, spreading out into a big moon.
The scraper followed closely, and there were a few clicks.
Grab the knife and pick it up.
Evenly thick, thin as cicada wings.
While the hot yard is neat, high as a hill.
The coarse grains are finely cooked, and the pancakes are famous.
Ordinary people's homes often have storage.
Pancakes were commercialized and entered the market vigorously.
There are many types of rice noodles, and the taste is not the same.
There is a long queue in front of the stall, and the business is shouting.
Out of the pan fluffy and soft, it will be crispy and fragrant.
The world is full of fireworks, and the pancakes are long.
Walking sonorously, life is far away.