小时候,长辈给点压岁钱,往往揣不进自己的兜儿。不是口袋小,是妈妈太会哄人,她会变戏法似的抖出一沓花花绿绿的崭新票子要跟你换,我不懂其中玄机,一高兴就易了手。然后妈妈俯下身,贴着我的耳朵,说:“看,新的到你手里就弄脏了旧了,放妈妈这儿好不好?”于是我便使劲地点头——好! 这样,童年时代我就从没有过“有钱”的感觉。夏天到时,望着小伙伴们举过毛毛角角的票儿或硬币换来冰爽粘滑的雪糕幸 When I was a child, elders gave some money to the New Year, often failing to get their own pocket. Not a small pocket, a mother too coax people, she will juggle like a bunch of colorful new tickets to change with you, I do not know the trick, a happy hand. Then Mother leaned over her ear and said: “Look, the new one gets dirty in your hand and put your mom here okay?” So I nodded hard-so! I had never had a “rich” childhood feeling. When the summer is over, I am looking at the little friends who have given me a dime or slip of ice cream in exchange for a dime or coin