日本有家航空杂志记者采访我,要我回忆幼时“妈妈做的菜”。这令我有点伤感。妈妈离开我已经三年了。一千个日日夜夜,老人家的音容笑貌无时无刻不在眼前浮现。特别一日三餐,吃到一些“家食”——家庭的招牌菜,总要想起妈妈的手艺。记者小姐问我,妈妈的手艺和我的有什么不同。我说,差距不大,但这点差距好像永远赶不上。比如番茄炒蛋,不能再简单了,但我的作品永远比她的差那么一点点。如今,竞争的对象不在了,没有参照物了,但我心里明白,这差距我永远是赶不上的。又如番茄蛋汤,妈妈的作品是不放蛋的, Japan’s aviation magazine interviewed me, want me to remember when young “mother’s cooking.” This makes me a little sad. Mom has left me for three years. Thousands day and night, the sound and the appearance of the elderly emerge in front of us all the time. In particular, three meals a day, eat some “food” - family’s signature dishes, always think of my mother’s craft. Reporter asked me, my mother’s craft and what is the difference between me. I said that the gap is not big, but this gap seems never catch up. Such as tomato scrambled eggs, can no longer be simple, but my work will always be a little bit worse than her. Today, the object of competition is gone, there is no reference, but I understand that this gap I will never catch up. Another example is the tomato egg soup, mother’s work is put eggs,