炕桌摆上了,布苫上了。父亲把小袋子往外倒,一颗颗大豆精神饱满地从袋子跳出来,有的调皮地还打了几个滚,有的就干脆骑到别人的头上,那些白胖胖的大豆在母亲的眼中乐开了花。在那个年代,母亲还从未见过这么胖的大豆种,她的手在大豆上摩挲着,摩挲着。父亲立在旁边,捂着一只布袋,不说一句话。此时阳光透过结满冰花的窗子,逗弄着那堆大豆,母亲不时替豆子们挡着阳光 Kang table put on, cloth Shang on. Father dumped the small bag out of a bag full of soybeans from the bag jumped out, and some also hit a few naughty rolling, and some simply rode to the heads of others, those white fat soybeans in the mother’s Eyes open music. At that time, my mother had never seen such a fat soybean, her hand rubbing on the soybeans and rubbing it. Father stood next to, clutching a bag, do not say a word. At this point the sun through the ice-filled window, tease the pile of soybeans, mother from time to time for the beans are blocking the sun