记得很清楚,多年以前辞别故乡时,在家吃的最后一顿饭叫面腰,是大姑做的。那天家里人都起来得早,天还没亮,饭就吃毕了。离别的场面自不必说了,单说这叫面腰的饭食,印象最是深刻,记忆里每次有重要活动,招待亲朋,早饭好像都是这个。除此之外,有人病了,没胃口,也会拿面腰来调养。这俨然已不是一顿普通的饭食了。 I remember very clearly that many years ago when I farewell to my hometown, the last meal I ate at home was waving my face. The family was up early that day, the sky is not bright, eat rice finished. Needless to say parting scenes do not have to say, just say this is the face of the meals, the impression is the most profound, every memory of important activities, entertain friends and family, breakfast seems to be this. In addition, some people are sick, no appetite, will take the noodles to nursed back to health. This is nothing more than an ordinary meal.