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母亲过88岁生日的那天,家里来了很多为母亲祝寿的亲戚朋友,10多桌宴席要煮炒上桌担待客人,我生怕延误了吃饭的时间,便跑去灶房里指手画脚催促,无意中又见到了熊熊燃烧的灶火、冒着热气蒸饭的木甑和灶台上那盆白汪汪的米汤。顿时,鳝鱼般蠕动的舌苔驱使我随手拿起碗,迫不及待牛吃水似的“咕咚、咕咚”喝了一碗米汤。而正是那碗乳汁般的米汤,从肠胃的每一个角落渗进我心灵深处,慢慢泡发开了我干枯的记忆。
On the day my mother passed her 88th birthday, many relatives and friends came home to celebrate her mother’s birthday. When more than 10 tables were set for dinner, I was afraid to delay the time for eating. I ran to the stove and tried to urinate inadvertently Also saw the burning roast stove, steaming rice braved steaming stove and pots of white rice soup. Suddenly, the eel-like peristaltic tongue drive me to pick up the bowl readily, can not wait for the cow to eat like “Gudong, Gudong,” drank a bowl of rice soup. And it is the bowl of milk-like rice soup, from every corner of the stomach into the depths of my soul, slowly bubble opened my dry memory.