“穷养儿子富养女”。这大概是民间流传最为广泛的一句古训,而我却是穷养长大的女孩。那会儿,穷到什么程度呢?7岁时和妈妈去赶完集,我在一个小摊上看见一只布艺小娃娃,是手工缝制的,做工极为粗糙,价格是一元。我紧紧拉住妈妈的手,央求妈妈给我买下。妈妈不允许。那会儿,拥有一个布艺娃娃,对我 “Poor raising son rich daughter.” This is probably the most widely circulated folklore, but I am a poor girl. At that time, to what extent was it poor? When I was 7 years old and my mother went to catch up, I saw a cloth doll at a small stall, hand-stitched, and the workmanship was very rough. The price was a dollar. I pulled my mother’s hand tightly and begged my mother to buy it for me. Mom does not allow. At that moment, have a cloth doll, to me