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孟娟娟讲述第一把火:灶膛里的温暖炎热的夏季,我是极不愿意帮奶奶烧火做饭的,受不了火辣的热气直往皮肤上扑,也讨厌扬起的柴灰弄脏我的裙子花边。我像一块冰,对夏天火热的厨房避之不及。而到了冬天,我仿佛成了另一个人。傍晚,从外面回来,书包随手一扔,冲进厨房,整个人缩在灶膛前。此时,往日怕灰怕脏的我已飘然无踪影。添把柴火,手心手背翻来覆去烤一
Meng Juanjuan about the first fire: the hot stove in the hearth summer, I was very reluctant to help my grandmother cook, can not stand the hot air directly to the skin on the flutter, but also hate the raised ash to make me dirty Dress lace. I like a piece of ice, the summer hot kitchen can not escape. In the winter, I seem to be another person. In the evening, coming back from the outside, the school bag threw, rushed into the kitchen, the whole person shrink in front of the stove. At this point, I am afraid of the past dirty gray I have disappeared. Add to the firewood, palm back over and over to roast one