在时间的洪流里,我们都是匆匆过客。A我小时候最喜有人来家做客。医客来,必备酒饭。母亲会取出广口瓶仅有的江玉柱(干贝)、香菇泡发;挂在墙上的带鱼,已经让岁月醺得透了明,地下汪着一堆油,有哈喇味,我却喜欢;硕果仅存的自制香肠,豆腐丝拌小葱,清炒时令菜,烹炒一桌。我期望着来客“快点吃呀!”“快点走哇!”父亲用“西凤”或“竹叶青”待客,是年节发票供应的。清寒的天,酒壶 In the torrent of time, we are hurried passing. A, when I was a kid, I liked to be a guest. Doctors, must have dinner. The mother will take out the jade jar (scallop) which is the only jars and mushrooms and bubble hair; the hawk hanging on the wall has made the years shine through, and there is a pile of oil in the ground with a la savory flavor, but I like it; The only remaining homemade sausage, tofu mixed with green onions, seasonal dishes stir fry, stir fry a table. I am looking forward to the guests “Come eat! ” “Go go!” “Father with ” Xifeng “or ” Bamboo Green "hospitality, is the New Year invoice supply. Cold day, hip flask