说来有趣儿。昔年的伏日,满世界通亮。小崽时的我,跟母亲过那个街肆,见了那个中年哥哥的凉粉担子,心里一下子就没了本分,说:“妈,我饿。”“什么?”母亲厉起了眼睛。我立即改口说:“我热。”母亲说:“好宝,妈傍晚给你淘水饭吃。”母亲对我们一干儿女是很爱的。但爱得很有原则,眼睛里容不得没有分寸的孩子。路上,母亲就对我讲:“六子,给妈早些长大,长成大小伙子。拉煤,伐木,放山,挣了钱,请妈妈好好吃顿凉粉儿,让妈也阔一回。行吗?” It’s funny. V-days in the past, all over the world. When I was a cub, I went to the street with my mother and met the middle-aged brother’s jelly bean burden. My heart suddenly disappeared. I said: “Mom, I am hungry.” “What?” With a sharp eye I immediately changed my mouth to say: “I’m hot.” “My mother said:” Good Po, Mom will give you a nice meal in the evenings. “” My mother loved us a lot. But love is very principle, eyes can not have no sense of proportion of children. On the road, the mother told me: “Six children, to mom grew up early, grow into a big guy. Pull coal, logging, letting go, earn money, please mom to eat good jelly powder, Back? OK? ”