时光的坐标里,爱是原点。越过30年的记忆,历历在目的都是她的“罪行”。那年我4岁,在街道上“育红班”。北风呼啸的雪天,我在教室里冻得瑟瑟发抖。撑到放学回家,她正在灶前炒菜。我扑到灶洞前,想要靠近那火苗。她凶神恶煞,抄起手中的锅铲打下来,“饭还没好 Time coordinates, love is the origin. Over the past 30 years of memory, the purpose of the calendar is her ”crime “. That year I was 4 years old, in the streets ”red class “. North wind whistling snow, I shiver in the classroom shivering. She came home from school, she was cooking before the stove. I flutter stove hole, want to get close to that flame. She viciously, took the hands of the spatula down, ”the food is not good