回老家团聚那些天,母亲每晚都要煮红糖荷包蛋做我的夜宵。一天晚上,和母亲聊到前段时间中央电视台播出的家风采访话题,没想到竟难住了满头白发的母亲,她连连摇头:“我和你爸都是‘泥腿子’,哪有什么家风呀!”母亲为人处世的好口碑,在老家十里八村出了名。可是,母亲又说不清道不明我们的家风究竟是什么。在离家返城前夕,看着母亲端来的鸡蛋汤,我心里忽然涌过一股热流,家风,不正在这小小的鸡蛋里吗?孩提时代,一只蛋鸡 Back to their home days those days, my mother cooked brown sugar poached eggs to do my supper. One night, I talked to my mother about the family style broadcast by CCTV some time ago. I did not expect that I could hardly live in a gray-haired mother. She shook her head again and again: “My father and I are all muddled. What family wind it! ”Mother good man’s reputation, in the home made out of ten eight village. However, my mother can not tell whether the road is clear what our family style is. Returning from home on the eve of the house, looking at her mother came to the end of the egg soup, my heart suddenly poured a heat, family wind, not in this little egg in it? Childhood, a hen