1立春,二哥早早起来,到外屋扒开柴火堆,拿铁锹把埋在土里的大萝卜挖出几个,捡到篮子里,墩到灶台边。正做饭的母亲,从篮子里选一个个大实成的萝卜,撩起围裙,擦了土,摁上菜板,切成一扁指厚的萝卜片儿,端进屋,全家分,还没起被窝子的我,迫不急待地伸手抓,咬春。 At the beginning of spring, his elder brother got up early and went to the outbuilding to ditch the firewood and dug out a few large radishes buried in the soil with shovels. He picked up the basket and dug to the edge of the hob. The mother who is cooking, from the basket to choose a large turnips, lifted the apron, rubbed the soil, cling to the cutting board, cut into a flat finger thick radish children, into the house, the whole family points, also I did not play the nest child, no urgency to reach out, bite spring.