在电脑上忙碌之暇,不经意远眺窗外,瞥见一头白发的表姨,我的心里禁不住一颤。她一手拖着一蛇皮袋辣椒,一手提着竹篮子,里面装着卖菜所用的行头,准备赶在城里人买晚饭菜的时候兜售出去。年过花甲的表姨,比我的父母小十来岁,但满头的白发显得比我父母还老。30年前,表姨提着同样的竹篮在我们教室里叫卖,一毛钱一个的油煎糍粑,散发着诱人的香味,现在回想起来足 Busy on the computer, overlooking the window inadvertently, a glimpse of a white hair aunt, my heart could not help but Yi Chan. She dragged a snake skin bag of peppers, hand carrying a bamboo basket, which contains the first line used to sell vegetables, ready to rush to buy dinner in the city when the people sell out. Over the years of table aunt, a little ten years younger than my parents, but the white hair seemed more than my parents are still old. 30 years ago, the aunt carrying the same bamboo baskets sold in our classroom, a dime frying pan fried, exudes an attractive fragrance, and now I recall