每个人都有自己所熟悉的一种味道。清水里放块不带肉的骨头,熬过几遍后,汤所散发出的淡淡苦味,则是我熟悉的味道。我喜欢这种味道,因为那是母亲的味道。1961年,母亲跟随父亲,第一批支边进疆,落户于一师八团,当时叫胜利十三场。听母亲讲,当父亲看到八团所在地是一望无际的荒原戈壁,没有一个人,没有一间房,没有一条路,没有一块田,有的只是连绵的沙丘、白茫茫的盐碱滩和一些胡杨、红柳、骆驼刺时,满怀歉意地对母亲说,有回上海的打算。母 Everyone has a familiar flavor. Put a piece of water without meat bones, boil over several times, the soup issued by the light bitterness, it is my familiar taste. I like this taste, because it is the taste of the mother. In 1961, his mother followed his father, the first branch into Xinjiang, settled in a division eight regiment, was called thirteen games. Listen to my mother, when my father saw the 8th regiment is the endless wasteland Gobi, no one, no room, no road, no fields, some just rolling sand dunes, the vast white sand beach and some poplar , Tamarisk, camel thorns, apologize to his mother said there is a plan back to Shanghai. mother