我的小叔,是个穷人。三十多岁的男人,带着他生病的第二任妻子来到我家。在家里小辈眼中,他是一个寒酸而且扶不起的阿斗,一个终年奔波在各个地方的打工仔。吃完饭我泡茶给小叔喝。他笑着对我说:“你啊,这小杯子给我这粗人喝,是牛嚼牡丹,搪瓷大茶缸才合适。”我笑笑没说话。我的脑海中闪现出一张照片——温暖的阳光洒满水面,小叔一身红白相 My little uncle, is a poor man. Thirties men came to my house with his sick second wife. In the eyes of the younger generation at home, he is a shabby and can not afford to fool, a year-round running around in various wage earners. After dinner, I brew tea to Uncle drink. He smiled and said to me: “You ah, this small cup to me this crude drink, is a cow chewing peonies, large enamel pots is appropriate.” "I smiled and did not speak. My mind flashed a photo - the warm sun over the water, young and old, a red and white