冬天的早晨．常常是我还在三床棉被底下．蜷缩着做梦的时候,便听到爷爷叫我起床的吼声了。迷糊中还会听到菜刀在砧板上急风暴雨般“嚓嚓嚓”作响,油锅里油条“滋啦啦”转着圈长胖变粗．录音喇叭里有尖嗓子女人热切地嚷着“豆汁、粽子、油饼这边走!”,还有锅碗瓢盆“砰砰砰”地你拥我挤．互不相让。 Winter’s morning. Often I’m still under three-bed quilts. When curled up dreaming, I heard grandfather told me to wake up and snored. In the process of ambiguity, the chopper will be heard on the cutting board and slammed like a storm. The fritters in the frying pan will grow thicker. In the recording horn, the woman with a pointed horn eagerly humped “Doo juice, rice dumplings, and sesame cakes!” and there were pots and pans. Do not give each other.