冬天的日子寂寞而又漫长,时间仿佛也被冻僵一样停滯不前,偶尔一两次,太阳象征性地露一下脸,可马上又像一个娇羞少女将自己隐藏起来了,任谁也找不到。儿时的冬季,在我北方老家的村子里是很难闻到炒菜的香味的,充斥生活每一个角落里的,全是萝卜和白菜这一类皮厚而且不怕开水烫的廉价蔬菜。它们或被凉拌,或被热焯,但不管女人们如何聪明地变着花样将它们一次次地加工和翻 Lonely and long winter days, the time seems to have frozen the same stagnation, and occasionally once or twice, the sun a symbol of revealing the face, but also immediately like a shy girl will hide themselves, who can not find anyone To Childhood winter, in my northern home village is very difficult to smell the smell of cooking, full of every corner of life, are all radish and cabbage this kind of thick and not afraid of hot water cheap vegetables. They are either cold or hot, but no matter how smart they are, women process and turn over again and again