我四五岁回山里看亲戚时,第一次见到他。那个时候,他应该刚刚二十出头,羞涩地坐在村口,面前整整齐齐地摆着一排玻璃罐和一大缸桑葚汁。只需要几个硬币,就可以从他这里买到一大罐浓稠的桑葚汁。我禁不住美味的诱惑,向他买了一罐桑葚汁。只见他那被破夹克包裹着的羸弱身躯殷勤地忙碌着,小心翼翼地将一只大玻璃罐装得满满的,满脸笑容地递给我。喝一口,醇如浆,甜如蜜!村里的小孩儿三五成群地跑到摊前来,笑闹着,嬉戏着。有的买一罐带回家,有的不买就白蹭两口。孩子们笑着,他也笑着。 I met him for the first time when I returned to the mountains to watch my relatives when I was 45 or over. At that time, he should have just been in his early twenties and shyly sitting in front of the village, in front of a neat row of glass jars and a large bowl of mulberry juice. Only a few coins were needed to buy a large can of thick mulberry juice from him. I couldn’t help the delicious temptation and bought him a jar of mulberry juice. I saw his cowardly body wrapped in a broken jacket diligently busy, cautiously filled a large glass jar, and passed it to me with a smile. Take a sip, the mellow pulp is sweet and the honey is sweet! The children of the village ran to the stall three by one, laughing and playing. Some buy a can to bring home, and some do not buy it on the other hand. The children laughed and he smiled.