在我的世界里,总有母亲和鸡蛋。幼时最爱吃母亲做的荷叶蛋,每一个清晨,我都能看见母亲从冰箱里拿出一枚鸡蛋,轻轻地敲击蛋壳,透明的蛋清包裹着金灿灿的蛋黄便跃入锅中,随着一阵吱吱的炸油声,一盘香嫩可口的煎鸡蛋便摆在了餐桌上。母亲总是坐在我对面,静静地看着我,看着我先用鼻 In my world, there are always mothers and eggs. When I was young, I loved to eat my mother’s lotus leaf eggs. Every morning, I could see my mother taking an egg from the refrigerator and gently knocking on the eggshell. The transparent egg white wrapped in the golden egg yolk and leapt into the pot. In the midst of this, a fragrant and delicious fried egg was placed on the table with a burst of fried oil. The mother always sits opposite me and looks at me silently, watching me use my nose first