冬日闲暇无事,我在窗前看书。一声接着一声爆米花的吆喝声传来,像给我平静的心湖中投下了几粒小小的石子,溅起道道涟漪。我的思绪也随着这细细的波纹慢慢荡漾开了,引领着我回到那些清苦却又快乐的童年时光。记得小时候,只要街上一传来这熟悉的声音,母亲就会喊我,“继儿,去咱家刚收获的玉米垛里,挑几个大棒子拿来。”我知道母亲要爆玉米花了,心里甭提有多高兴。那时,我们能吃的糖果极少,爆米花虽然无法与糖果比,可吃起来也让我们欢喜不已。我飞快地跑出去,精心选上几个又大又长的玉米棒子递给母亲。母亲把玉 No worries in winter, I read in front of the window. An instant popcorn shouted, like a few hearts to my calm lake cast a few small stones, splashing ripples. My thoughts also slowly rippling with the fine ripples, leading me back to those bitter but happy childhood. I remember when I was a kid, as soon as the familiar voice came from the street, my mother shouted at me. “Afterwards, I took a few big sticks from our newly harvested corn stalks.” "I know my mother wants to burst Popcorn, the heart 甭 mention how happy. At that time, we can eat very little candy, although the popcorn can not be compared with the candy, but also let us eat it endless joy. I quickly ran out, carefully selected a few large and long corn cobs handed to his mother. Mother put jade