小时候,每逢要过年了,我都在扒拉着手指头算计着“三十”的到来…… 那个时候,也只有过年,全家六口人才能靠父亲在生产队挣工分积攒下来的钱吃顿大米饭和包顿饺子,这已经就让人知足的不得了了。 那个年代,一个劳动日也就挣上3角7分钱,天天吃的都是玉米面粥,满满一大泥盆粥顿顿光,根本闻不到肉腥味,更谈不上鸡、鸭、鱼、蛋了。我记得,兄弟姐妹谁要买根3分钱冰棍都是奢侈品,生活就拮据到那个程度。 When I was young, whenever I was going to the New Year, I was holding my fingers to count on the arrival of the “Thirty”. At that time, only the Chinese New Year was needed. The whole family of six people could rely on the money their father saved in the production team to save rice Rice and dumpling dumplings, which has been very content of people incredibly. That era, a working day will earn 3 cents 7 cents, eat every day are cornmeal porridge, full of a muddy porridge Dun Dun, simply can not smell the meaty, let alone the chicken, duck Fish, eggs. I remember, brothers and sisters who want to buy the root 3 penny popsicles are a luxury, life is limited to that extent.