我的家乡在京北燕山脚下,虽说不上是穷乡僻壤,但绝比不上那些著名的人文荟萃之地,因此,也就少有登大雅之堂、足以流传千古的故事产生。但是多年来,我仍旧留心着,在那些故老耆旧口耳相传的故事中搜寻一些耐人寻味的传说。以下便是随手记下的一些。“高粱米粥我也吃”这是流传于我外公家一带的故事。小时候,经常听外婆说起。有一个乞丐,每天都要到我外公 My hometown is at the foot of the Yanshan Mountain in northern Beijing. Although it is not a backwater, it is far from the famous places of humanities and culture. But over the years, I still keep an eye out for searching for some intriguing legends in those old-fashioned word-of-mouth stories. The following is a handy note of some. “I also eat sorghum rice porridge ” This is a story circulating in the public domain around me. As a child, I often listen to my grandma. There is a beggar, every day to my grandfather