我和老伴儿常常两个人合吃一串冰糖葫芦,吃得有滋有味,都是一脸幸福的笑。儿子女儿瞧着老爸老妈一把年纪了,一串冰糖葫芦吃得这么亲近、甜蜜,就感觉这里面有故事。老伴儿却不想说,挤一下眼睛:“秘密!”38年前的一个初冬,那是我和老伴儿的初次约会。在小镇矮山下的花坡上,每人手拿一串冰糖葫芦,冰糖葫芦晶莹鲜艳, My husband and I often eat together a bunch of ice-cream gourd, eat nutritious, are a look of happy smile. Son and daughter look at old age Mom, a bunch of ice-cream gourd eat so close, sweet, I feel there is a story. His wife did not want to say, squeeze his eyes: “secret! ” An early winter 38 years ago, it was my first date with his wife and children. In the small hill under the town of flowers on the slope, each holding a bunch of candied haws, crystal candied gourd bright,