记忆的镜头回放至2007年的冬天。那时候,在我的家乡闽南漳浦县杜浔镇后姚——如今新兴的古雷港区新港城的中心地带,经常有外地人来此做着各种买卖。那时候,有位外地的女子,几乎每天清晨就早早地推着一辆自行车,车头所系的录音喇叭以一种清脆的北方口音在叫卖着“馒头、馒头……”而打我家门口经过。由于她卖的馒头特好吃,因而生意特别红火。有一次,那女子的车子正停在我家邻居的门口,邻居 Memory of the lens playback until the winter of 2007. At that time, in my home town of Houpu, Zhangpu County, my hometown, Houyao, now in the heart of Xingang, a city in the emerging Gulei Port, outsiders often come and do business here. At that time, a woman in the field pushed a bicycle almost early in the morning every morning. The recording horn in the front was hitting my door with a crisp northern accent selling “steamed buns, buns ...” after. Because of the steamed bread she sold especially delicious, the business was particularly prosperous. Once, the woman’s car was parked in front of my neighbors, neighbors