每次节假日回家,父亲都少不了要炒一碟霉干菜给我下酒。酒是他自己亲手酿造的红曲酒,远远地就能闻到浓烈的香味。曾有几回,酒未入口,我的心却已醉了。父亲用这种方式教育我不要忘记亲人,更不要忘记养育自己的这片土地。 Every time I go home on holidays, my father must give me a glass of fried dried cabbage. Wine is his own hand-made red wine, far smell can smell strong. Had a few times, wine is not imported, my heart has been drunk. My father taught me in this way not to forget my loved one, let alone forget about raising this piece of land myself.