记忆中的货郎,一条黝黑发亮的扁担,一副光亮的货架,一面像小姑娘摇着发辫的手摇鼓——咚,咚咚,咚咚咚……记忆的岁月已远,而我在岁月中追逐着那激越的鼓点,从一个孩童迈入了成年。通常,在货郎的货担里不过是百十来块钱的物品,我无法想象他一天的所卖能有多少利润,但他一头挑着老百姓的日常用品和儿童玩具,一头挑着日月星辰,步履蹒跚地行走在乡间陌里。货郎行走的地方大多是山里乡村,因为这些地方交通不便,人们的购买能力又极 Memory of the groom, a dark shiny pole, a shiny shelves, like a little girl with a tared drum - boom, pound, boom ... ... memories of the years are far, and I Chased the agitating drums of years and entered adulthood from a young child. Usually, the goods in the groom’s goods are nothing more than a hundred dollars. I can not imagine how much profit he can sell in one day. However, he lugs the daily necessities and children’s toys of the common people and lifts the stars , Walking hobbled in the countryside. Most of the place where the beggars walk is in the mountain villages, because of the inconvenient traffic in these places and the purchasing power of people