风吹散了过往,有一群人记住了风的味道,却找不回往日时光。那是一个只有一条老街的小镇,镇子上也只有一家开了几十年的牛肉面馆,祖传手艺,没有什么秘诀,却总也吃不厌。而我,就住在这家面馆的对面,它在我的记忆中就一直卖牛肉面,也只卖牛肉面。拉面的老人总是笑,他的面永远拉不完,很长很长,长到我忘了童年,忘了时间。小时候,父亲很爱带我来吃这里的面,但是父亲只 The wind blew past, a group of people remembered the taste of the wind, but could not find the past time. It was a small town with only one street. There was only one beef noodle shop open for decades in the town. There was no secret of ancestral craftsmanship but it was always eaten. And I, living across from this noodle shop, it has always sold beef noodles in my memory, and only sell beef noodles. Ramen elderly always laugh, his face will never pull endless, very long, long, I forgot childhood, forgot the time. As a child, my father loved me to eat here, but my father only