南瓜种在家前院后、沟坎河坡,不生害虫,不施农药,花艳、瓜甜,营养丰富,清血养颜,壮身健体,延年益寿,我家餐桌上常年不断。夏初老伴去世,从此看到南瓜,心中就是一阵酸楚。今天北风怒吼,大雪纷飞,一想到又是南瓜片烩鸡的日子,不由得潸然泪下。忽然,门被推开,小姨子卫红提篮进来,我一楞:“这么冷的天,你怎么来了?”她打开篮盖,指了指说:“给你送南瓜片!”话音一落,便忍不住“呜呜”地抽泣起来。按照老习惯,非让她哭足哭够是不停止的。索性让她哭吧!原因是这样的:那是1967年,我21岁,“文革”狂 Pumpkin species in front of the house, Ditch ridge slope, no pests, no pesticides, Hua Yan, sweet melons, nutrient-rich, clear blood beauty, fitness, longevity, my perennial table on the table. His wife died in early summer, then see the pumpkin, the heart is a sour. Today, the north wind roar, heavy snow, and think of pumpkin pieces again braised chicken day, could not help but tears. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, Auntie red basket came in, I stammered: “This cold day, how do you come? ” She opened the basket cover, pointed to said: “pumpkin pieces to you! ”When the voice falls, I can not help but “ hum ”sobbed. According to old habits, not let her cry enough enough to stop crying. Simply let her cry! The reason is this: It was 1967, I was 21 years old, “Cultural Revolution ” mad