先说这样的一件旧事：早在我国宋代，每逢十二月初八日，东京开封各大寺院都要赠送七宝五味粥让门徒们斗饮。结果是饥民们挤满了寺院，个个叫号哭泣。嚷着‘我无得”。一九九八年的春节，我与先生从北京回到了我成长的北方某个城下去看望父母。父母都是从事民政工作的干部与工? First such an old thing to say: As early as the Song Dynasty in our country, every eighth day of December, Kaifeng, Tokyo, major temples should be donated Qibao Wuwei porridge for the disciples to drink. The result is hungry people packed with monasteries, all crying. Cried out ’I am not worth.’ In the spring festival of 1998, my husband and I returned from Beijing to some of the northern cities where I grew up to visit my parents, both of whom are cadres and workers engaged in civil affairs work.