母亲患病住院的时候,一次,我傍晚出来买饭,听到了“嘣”的一声响,接着闻到了爆米花散发的甜香。那是一种温馨的老家的味道,与那些童年或者冬天的记忆连在一起。每年冬天农闲下来,就有不知道从哪里来的卖爆米花的人,在家庙旁的石碾边支起炉子。孩子们都围了过来,围得水泄不通。不是谁家都能随便买爆米花,一般是家里只有一个宝贝儿子的才能享受到这种待遇。像男娃子多的人家,大人是不稀罕的,所以,也不会给他们爆爆米花。 When my mother was hospitalized, once, I came out to buy food in the evenings, heard a loud noise and then heard the sweetness of popcorn. It is a warm home taste, with those childhood or winter memories together. Every winter slack down, there are people who do not know where to sell popcorn, in the temple next to the stone mill side support the stove. The children are all around, crowded around. Not someone who can easily buy popcorn, usually at home, only one baby son to enjoy this treatment. People like men and children, adults are not rare, so they will not give popcorn popcorn.