在我小的时候,辽东半岛沿岸的任何一个海湾,只要憋一口气扎进半个多人深的水里,就可以捉到鲍鱼。用渔刀将壳里的鲍肉剜出来,放在火堆上烤得滋啦啦冒油汤,然后就胡乱地嚼着,稀里糊涂地咽下肚去。为此,我们敲击鹅卵石打拍子,抻着脖颈高唱:我们都是穷光蛋,口袋里没有一分钱;我们都是阔大爷,鲍鱼海参就干饭……那个年代好像总是饿,只要能下咽的东西都发了疯般地往 At a young age, any bay along the Liaodong Peninsula could catch abalone by holding it in the deep water of more than half a dozen people. Pork meat in the shell with a fishing knife 剜 out, on the fire and roasted Zi La laooao oil soup, and then casually chew, sleepwalk to swallow. To this end, we beat the pebbles beat, snapping neck singing: we are poor life, no penny in my pocket; we are all Grandpa, dried abalone sea cucumber ... ... that time seems to be always hungry, as long as the next Pharyngeal things are crazed to go