童年的记忆中,零食不多。除了母亲自制的红薯条、油炸麻花、炒豆子,就是过年时切的冻米糖。最喜欢爆玉米花,香喷喷、甜丝丝的。可总要等到年末腊月里。寒风飕飕,大雪纷纷。“爆玉米花喽……”邻村程大爷挑着爆米花的机器,咯吱咯吱踩着雪,如期而至。程大爷的吆喝声中气十足,悠长、响亮,直往每个院落住家人户的门窗钻。一时间,冬日冷寂的小山村顿时鲜活了起来,鸡鸣狗叫,一个个孩子飞也似的跑出门。母亲用秤杆儿称称玉米,有个一升半升或是一斤二斤的,让哥去村祠堂爆玉米花的地方 Childhood memories, snacks small. In addition to the mother-made sweet potatoes, fried twist, fried beans, is the cut-off of the new year frozen rice sugar. Favorite popcorn, fragrant, sweet slivers. May have to wait until the end of the twelfth lunar month. Cold winds, heavy snowfalls. “Popcorn myself ... ” Neighbor Uncle Cheng chew popcorn machine, creak on the snow, on schedule. Uncle Cheng’s sobbing full of gas, long, loud, straight to every courtyard home door and window drilling. For a time, the cold winter village quiet suddenly fresh up, cock crow dog, one by one the children fly like the ran out. Mother called the corn with a weighing pole, there is a one liter half liter or two pounds a catty, let Columbia go to the village shrine popcorn