5岁那年的除夕,我跟几个小伙伴在街上玩耍,有说家里买了猪头的、有说家里买了下货的、有说家里买了肥肉的,到我这儿卡壳了。小伙伴们一阵不友好的笑,让我霎时红了脸。回到家,朝厨房灶台上的那个篮子瞟了一眼,别说肉,连根猪毛都没有,我“哇”的一声躺倒地上打起滚来,哭着嚷道:“我要吃肉、我要吃肉,过年了,还不割肉?”爷娘四目相视,面带愁容,娘久久无语,惟有两行热泪簌簌而下,但还是强打着精神说:“谁说咱家不割肉了?这不是还没腾出手嘛,马上就去!”说着端起一个粗瓷黑碗就 At the age of 5, on the New Year’s Eve, I went to the streets with a few friends. I was told that I bought a pig’s head at home. I said that I had bought the goods at home. I was told that I had bought fat at home and stuck to me here. Friends unfriendly while a small smile, let me instantly red face. Back home, glanced at the basket on the kitchen hob, not to mention the meat, not even the pig’s hair, and I cried and cried, “I Want to eat meat, I want to eat meat, the New Year, not flesh? ”The bride and mother glanced with a sad look, the mother a long time silent, only two lines of tears shy, but still strong spirits, said: “Who said our family does not cut the meat? This is not yet free hand, go!” Said the end of a black porcelain bowl