这是妈妈74岁那年的事。我一人坐在夜市吃酿皮，一个又一个卖花姑娘在餐桌中穿梭着，她们极为动听地向青年人的桌子打着招呼，恳求吃饭的人买花。看那鲜鲜红红的花在别人手里，不觉心动。卖花女孩侧着身子从旁边挤过，花枝都扫着了我，她们也不看一下。没觉得怎么样，我已到了 This is what my mother was 74 years old. I sat in the night market, I eat stuffed skin, one after another flower girl shuttle in the table, they are very pleased to greet the young people table, pleading for food to buy flowers. Look at the fresh red flowers in the hands of others, feel excited. Flower girls sideways from side to side squeeze, flowers are sweeping me, they do not look. I did not feel like that, I have arrived