年前年前,在乡下偶遇打工回来的三叔。他似乎又老了些乎又老了些,穿着蓝灰色的工人服,扛着大包小包小包,风尘仆仆。除了背着一大堆包裹外,他黝黑粗糙的手掌上还小心翼翼地托着个不起眼的小花盆眼的小花盆,眼睛里闪烁着回家的快乐光芒,使他看上去颇为明朗使他看上去颇为明朗。“”三叔好!“”好!“他朗声笑着,一边卸下他的行李的行李。我探头看着他的小花盆,他卖起了关子子:”瞧瞧,这是什么花?“什么花,明明是一个不起眼的小洋葱不起眼的小洋葱,圆鼓鼓地嘟着嘴。而且有些 Years ago years ago, working in the country encountered migrant workers Uncle. He seems old and somewhat older and older, dressed in blue-gray uniforms, carrying large parcels, busy schedule. In addition to carrying a lot of packages, his dark, rough palm is also carefully holding a small pots of flowers in the humble eyes, gleaming home happy light, making him look quite clear Make him look quite clear. ”“ ”Good! “ He laughed loudly, while unloading the luggage of his luggage.I probe looked at his small pots, he sold the child: ”Look Look, what is this flower? "What flowers, obviously a humble little onions onion, bulging mouth and some bulging .And some