在现在的城市里,不论一桌宴席有多么豪奢,最后上一盘各色的窝窝头成了常事。每次赴宴看到有窝窝头端上来,心中总有一股温暖和酸涩的滋味涌出。我的遥远的窝窝头哟,你竟然走上了都市的盛宴,成了一种特殊的珍品,当年的我们怎么会想得到呢?1978年,我离开村子到镇上读初中。由于离家有十多里路,学校规定一次要带一个星期的干粮。所以,每到周末,父母就忙开了。他们先去村头的石磨屋磨粮食。 In today’s cities, no matter how extravagant a table banquet, and finally the last set of colored wagons have become commonplace. Every feast feast to see the nest upside down, there is always a warm and sour taste in mind. My faraway wicker yo, you actually embarked on the feast of the city, became a special treasures, then how can we think of it? 1978, I left the village to the town to attend junior high school. Because there are more than a dozen miles away from home, the school rules to bring a week’s dry food. So, every weekend, parents are busy. They first go to the stone mill house mill grain.