那是30多年前一个炎热的下午,我和妹妹正在位于纬十一路的姥姥家里睡午觉。忽然被马路上传来的“冰糕,三分,五分”的叫卖声吵醒了,睡眼惺忪的妹妹一骨碌爬起来喊道:“姥娘,我想吃冰糕。”姥姥连忙踮着小脚在抽屉里拿了一毛钱递给我和妹妹。没想到是,等我一手领着妹妹,一手捏着一毛钱来到院门口时,那个叫卖“冰糕”的阿姨已经消失得无影无踪了。那天,头顶上一轮似火的烈日,把大地烤得像蒸笼一样,只听到知了 It was a hot afternoon more than 30 years ago, and my sister and I were having a nap at grandma’s home on the Eleventh Eleven. Suddenly being on the road to the “sorbet, one-third, five ” barking woke up, sleepy sister crawling up and shouted: “Grandma, I want to eat ice-cream. ” Grandma quickly 踮Feet in the drawer took a dime for me and my sister. Unexpectedly, waiting for my hand with my sister, a handful of pinch a dime came to the gate, the sale of “ice cream ” aunt has disappeared without a trace. On that day, a hot sun on top of the head, the earth roasted like a steamer, only to hear the