阿黑,阿黑!莲子跑到门口喊,左手还抓着大铜瓢,右手拎着一个刷锅的丝瓜瓤。皮毛油光的阿黑立即凑过去,伏在她脚下。门口的大锅早支好了,火苗从灶口猛窜,把空气挤得噼里啪啦叫,一锅烧好的滚汤,冒出一大片白热的蒸汽。白茫茫的蒸汽。风一扯,简直让我想起老日子里的蒸汽机车进站,仿佛一股无法阻挡的力量,使世上所有事物都尘埃一样翻滚。站台上一个震惊不已的小女孩,眺望着铁轨延伸的远方,在她的瞳孔里,是尖锐的 A black, A black! Lotus ran to the door shouted, his left still clinging to a large copper scoop, his right hand carrying a brush pot of sponge gourd. A black fur sue immediately get together, volt at her feet. The cauldron at the door had a good early branch, and the flames fled through the flue and the air was crackling. A pot of hot rolled soup yielded a large white steam. White steam. Wind pull, just reminds me of old steam locomotive pit stop, as if an unstoppable force, so that everything in the world like dust tumble. A stunned little girl on the platform looks out into the distance where the tracks extend, sharp in her pupil