在我的记忆中,冬天总是美好的。爹爹整个冬天都在赶集。红薯是我们村唯一的经济作物,卖粉条的钱几乎是家里的全部收入。两千来斤粉条全靠爹一担一担挑着,四处赶集售卖。睡梦中飘来,我闻到了饭菜的香气,睁开眼,外面漆黑一片,万籁俱寂。爹坐在紧挨炕边的太师椅上低头吃饺子,娘在我头边的火炉上煮着另一锅,地上放着两大包已经捆好的粉条,这是冬日里我最熟悉的场景。现在想想,爹在大冬天起早贪黑卖粉条,冒着严 In my memory, winter is always beautiful. Dad all the winter ride in the market. Sweet potato is the only cash crop in our village, selling noodles money is almost all the family income. Two thousand pounds of fried noodles all rely on the father to bear a burden to pick up, go around for sale. Asleep in the sleep, I smell the aroma of meals, opened his eyes, dark outside, Wan Lai silence. Dad sitting in the chair close to the kangbian bow to eat dumplings, mother in my head on the stove and cook another pot, the ground stood two bales have been tied vermicelli, which is the most familiar scene in winter. Now think about it, father in the big winter from morning to night selling vermicelli, braved strict