小时候最爱的是玩泥巴。据老妈说,那时我常常爱用手去挖那红土地上的泥巴——老妈教书的乡村小学周围到处是红色的泥土。下课回来的老妈常两眼汪汪地抱着个泥人儿回家。再大一点儿的记忆停留在乡下的奶奶家,回忆里的味道全是浓浓淡淡的稻烟香味。和几个小伙伴用残缺的瓦片当碗, When I was a kid, I love playing with mud. According to my mother, I often love to use my hands to dig the mud on the red land. The countryside where my mom teaches is surrounded by red soil. The mother who came back from class often returned home with a clay figurine. Bigger memories stay in the country’s grandmother’s house. The taste in the memories is full of a touch of rice smoke. With several small partners using broken tiles as bowls,