春风如诉,细雨如烟。一串串榆钱摇曳枝头时,我怀念母亲,老人家已离开人世整三年。记得在儿时,正逢国家三年自然灾害的饥荒岁月,母亲下基层住过的一位乡下老房东知道城里也是家家缺粮,又知道母亲的“野味”偏爱,在春天里托人捎来满满一篮子榆钱,母亲见了特别高兴。她葱姜丝儿炝锅, Spring breeze, such as smoke. When a string of elm swaying branches, I miss the mother, the elderly have left the world for three years. I remember when I was young, I was hit by a country famine of three years of natural disasters. An old landlord who lived in the grassroots of my mother knew that the city was also home to food shortages and her mother’s “wild game” preference. In the spring Trustee brought a basket full of Elm, the mother met with special pleasure. Her onion ginger wire children pot,