《一碗清汤荞麦面》,曾经深深感动了亿万人,那是一个在日本广为流传的真实故事:大年夜的一碗清汤荞面,支撑了一个三口之家十四年艰辛努力,成为在逆境中奋起,决不向命运低头的精神象征。但感动又温暖我一辈子心灵的,却是一块小小且黝黑的荞麦粑。那块难以下咽的粗食,让人记忆犹新,早已从生理的感觉升华为心灵的深切感悟,成为烙在我成长旅程中的印记。在那口粮被限量、以杂粮为主,隔三差五才能吃上米饭或面条的特殊年月,“吃饱”几乎 “A bowl of soup soba noodles,” has deeply touched hundreds of millions of people, it is a true story widely circulated in Japan: a bowl of broth buckwheat noodles, supporting a family of three fourteen years of arduous efforts , A spirit symbol that rises in adversity and never bow to fate. But moved and warm my soul, but it is a small and dark buckwheat 粑. That piece of hard to swallow crude, people remember, has long been sublimated from the physiological sensation of deep insight into the soul, become branded in my journey of growth imprint. Where the rations are limited to cereals-based, every three or five to eat rice or noodles special years, “eat” almost