有这样一种声音,从我儿时起便在耳边萦绕;有这样一种声音,是童年初尝甜蜜的笑颜;有这样一种声音,多多少少夹杂了苦楚与辛酸。在这个偏远的小山村中,从开始记事起,我便认识了王叔叔,大家都叫他王糖棍。也许是因为他很瘦,瘦得只剩根棍了,也许是因为他有着这个小山村中独一无二的制作冰糖葫芦的手艺,也许还因为他天生一副好嗓音。每天清晨,王叔就会骑着他那辆嘎吱嘎吱响的三轮车,上山去采 There was such a voice that lingering in my ears from my childhood. There was such a voice that I had a sweet smile at the beginning of my childhood. There was such a voice, more or less bitter and bitter. In this remote hill village, from the beginning, I met King Uncle, we all call him Wang Wang sugar sticks. Probably because he is thin, skinny and sticky, maybe because he has the unique crafting skills in this small village, perhaps because he is born with a good voice. Every morning, Wang Shu will ride his crunching tricycle, up the mountain to mining