前年初夏,听说祖母病重,在外打工的我匆匆忙忙地赶回老家,恰逢一年一度的庙会。在外面,虽然比庙会更吸引人更热闹的场景我也曾见过,但是我还是按捺不住激动的心情要再一次身临其境。而姐姐则做了那么多的布老虎,要去卖几个钱。 一大早,我们就出发了。坐着拥挤的敞篷三轮车,带着一身尘土,赶到庙会,发现人是那么多,我们在哪里驻足? 庙会上卖什么的都有,我们把盛布老虎的口袋就放在庙会的入口处,每个定价才10块钱,可半天也没有人问。 Early last summer, I heard my grandmother was seriously ill, working outside, I hurriedly returned home, coincides with the annual temple fair. Outside, I’ve seen it even more appealing and livelier than the temple fair, but I’m still in a state of emotional repercussion. The sister has done so many cloth tiger, going to sell a few money. In the early morning, we set out. Sitting in a crowded hood tricycle, with a dust, rushed to the temple fair, found that people are so many, where do we stop? What are the temple fair to sell, we put the tiger’s pocket on the temple entrance, Only 10 dollars per pricing, but no one can ask for a long time.