饥饿的记忆,对于出生于上世纪六十年代的我来说,并不是最为刻骨铭心的,尤其在童年。那时虽然普遍粮食缺乏,但我好像并没有饿着,反倒是与吃东西有关的记忆里,总是多了那么一丝暖色。六岁前我们一家住在伊春,那时常常发大水,一发大水,家里的红色地板就从缝里滋滋冒水,很快就会没过门槛。我总会和哥哥姐姐们一起,拿个小碗往门槛外舀水,年纪小,不懂得苦,反倒觉得好玩。有一次屋里的水已经到了大人的膝盖深,小屋的炕上放着我的饼干,我 The memory of hunger is not the most memorable for me, born in the 1960s, especially in childhood. At that time, although there was a general lack of food, I did not seem to be hungry. Instead, I was always reminded of the warmth of memories related to eating. When we were six years old, our family lived in Yichun. At that time, we often made floods and floods. The red floor of our home was riven by water and we soon passed the threshold. I always with my sisters and sisters, take a small bowl to the threshold outside the scoop water, young, do not know how to suffer, but feel fun. Once the water in the house had reached the knee of an adult, my biscuit was placed on the kang of the cottage, and I