在我心里,有一个谜,多年来一直未曾解开。对我来说,这是个温暖的谜。那时候,我在一所乡村中学读初中,在校住宿,每周三、六回家带干粮。饭食通常是煎饼,菜是炒过的咸菜。几乎是每天,我和舍友们都聚在一张桌前,围着面前一个个装着各式各样咸菜的罐头瓶子,解决三餐。那个装着肉丝的罐头瓶,是很突兀地出现在我面前的。我记得那是个很普通的中午,校广播站的喇叭通知我去领东西。那时我刚写了一篇我和母亲的散文,在学校组织的征文比赛中获奖,并在 In my heart, there is a mystery that has not been solved for many years. For me, this is a warm mystery. At that time, I was in junior high school in a rural middle school, stayed in school, and returned home on Wednesdays and Saturdays with dry food. The meals are usually pancakes, the vegetables are fried pickles. Almost everyday, my roommate and I are gathered at a table, around the front of a canned jar with a variety of pickles, to solve three meals. The jar of canned meat was abruptly appearing before me. I remember it was a very normal noon, the speaker of the school radio station informed me to take things. At that time, I just wrote an essay about myself and my mother, winning the essay competition organized by the school,