三年级开始,我告别了村校,到镇里上学。这意味着我无法每天吃到母亲做的新鲜菜。我和那些已经在镇里读书的伙伴们一样,靠梅干菜下饭。开学前一天,母亲为我准备第一个星期的梅干菜。她往锅里倒了许多猪油,还加了一些黄豆。闻着锅里飘来的香味,我舌下生津。第二天,我接过母亲手中的菜桶,满脸欣喜。我很期待在学校的第一餐饭,期待我的梅干菜引来无数羡慕的眼光。我着急地拿出箱子里的菜桶,一位同学大叫起来:“嘿,你的 The third grade, I bid farewell to the village school, to town to school. This means I can not eat the fresh vegetables my mother makes every day. Like other companions who are already in town, I cook on dried plums. The day before the start of school, my mother prepares me the first week of dried plums. She poured a lot of lard into the pan and added some soy. Smell the smell of the float in the pan, I have fluid under the tongue. The next day, I took the dishes in the hands of his mother, his face happy. I am looking forward to the first meal in school, looking forward to my plum dish attracted many envious eyes. I was anxiously out of the box of dishes, a classmate shouted: ”Hey, you