走在街上,听卖豆腐的人在冬天的早晨或黄昏一声声吆喝:“豆腐(口来),豆腐——”我就会涌起一种莫名的感动,想起我和妻子新婚那年冬天吃的那些豆腐,和那个卖豆腐的老头,我就有一种要流泪的感觉。我忘不了我们心中那永远的豆腐。我和妻子大学毕业,就在这个城市安家了,我们在城西贫民区中租了一间房,开始了我们最初的生活。那是冬天,我和妻子的工资加在一起不足500元,每月要拿出300元还上学和结婚时拉下的饥荒,剩下的100多元用来安排每日的生活。我们在饭菜上尽量节省,每日吃得最多的是豆腐。每天早晨或是黄昏,当卖豆腐的吆喝声在巷口响起时,妻子就会拿着一个瓷盘子到巷口买回一块豆腐。仅仅是一块豆腐,我们用这一块豆腐,做麻辣豆腐,水煮豆腐……虽然很快吃得盘子见底,但我们心里却十分香甜。来巷口卖豆腐的是个老头,十分苍老了,大约有将近70岁的样 Walking in the street, listen to people selling tofu in the winter morning or twilight shouted: “tofu (mouth), tofu - ” I will emerge a strange move, think of my wife and I were newly married The winter tofu to eat those days, and the old man selling tofu, I have a feeling of tears. I can not forget the eternal tofu in our hearts. My wife and I graduated from college, settled in the city, we rented a room in the west of the slum, started our first life. It was winter, and my wife’s salary together less than 500 yuan a month to come up with 300 yuan also go to school and married famine, the remaining 100 yuan to arrange daily life. We save as much food, the most tofu to eat every day. Every morning or evening, when the cackling of tofu is sounded in the alley, his wife will take a porcelain plate to the alley to buy back a tofu. Just a piece of tofu, we use this piece of tofu, spicy tofu, boiled tofu ... ... Although the plate quickly bottled up, but our hearts are very sweet. To the alley selling tofu is an old man, very old, about the kind of nearly 70 years old