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因工作下乡,正逢乡里集日。路过一个卖青椒秧的摊子。被人挑剩的青椒秧,面黄肌瘦,却依旧惹人怜爱。忍不住诱惑,买下几棵。几棵青椒秧,小心翼翼跟我回城,扎根在我家窗台上的大花盆里。小小的秧苗,高不盈三寸。细茎上的几片嫩叶,却如一只只可爱的小手,有着神奇的力量,总能挽起我,带我回溯一段故乡旧路。故乡,儿时,我家菜园里,年年茁长一畦畦蔬菜秧——青椒,西红柿,芹菜……在那物质贫乏的岁月,除了主食和咸菜,餐桌上的美味,
Because of work to the countryside, coincides with the township set day. Passing a booth selling green pepper seedlings. Was pick the left green pepper seedlings, pale skinny, but still arouses love and affection. Can not help but temptation to buy a few. Several green pepper seedlings, carefully with me back to the city, rooted in my home in the large flower pots on the windowsill. Small seedlings, high non-profit three inches. Few young leaves on the thin stem, but as a cute little hand, with magical power, always pull me up, take me back some old hometown. Hometown, childhood, my home garden, growing year by year 畦 vegetable seedlings - green peppers, tomatoes, celery ... In that materialistic years, in addition to the staple food and pickles, the delicious table,