从固原开车,经过了一段三级公路,然后是颠簸的黄土路,一个半小时后我进了娘家扇子湾的村口。然后急切地小跑着踏进了母亲院子的门。屋子里热气腾腾的。一种熟悉、朴素、热闹而温暖的气息迎面扑来。屋内迎门是一口小炉子,炉火旺旺地燃着,母亲弯着腰正炸油香。姐姐腰里扎了个很大的白粗布围裙,在案板边擀面。我顿时记起小时候过节的情景。 Driving from Guyuan, after a period of third-grade roads, then the bumpy loess road, an hour and a half later I entered the Niangjia fan bay entrance. Then eagerly trodden into the mother’s yard door. The house is steaming. A familiar, simple, lively and warm breath on the face. The house is a small door to welcome the door, the fire is burning, my mother bent forward is deep-fried oil. Sister waist tied a big white rough cloth aprons, the case board rolling surface. I suddenly remembered the scene of childhood holidays.