这是爷爷讲给我听的他小时候的故事——能够让我把弄堂一遍遍回想起来的是挂在屋檐下那一串串的腊肉,用的是一个长满铁锈的钩子。在我小时候,它总能勾起我对吃的欲望。当一碗热气腾腾的肉端上饭桌时,我能感受到一阵子的满足。在那个年龄,不敢想也想不到一些遥远的事情,自然就没有比吃更值得专注的东西了。 This is the story that his grandfather told me to listen to when he was a child. It was the string of bacon hanging under the eaves. It was a hook covered with rust. When I was young, it always roused my desire to eat. When a bowl of steaming meat was served on the dining table, I could feel a moment of satisfaction. At that age, dare not think about some distant things, naturally there is nothing more worthwhile than eating.