天气冷得出奇,寒风咆哮着卷起雪花,升腾起呛人的白烟。温暖的红砖房里,母亲在厨房里忙碌着,柴火在灶坑里噼啪作响,锅上冒着雪白的蒸汽。我和弟弟早就饿了,正眼巴巴地等待着第一锅酸菜肉蒸饺出笼。 Cold weather was surprising, the wind roared rolling snowflakes, choking up white smoke rising. In the warm red brick house, the mother was busy in the kitchen, the firewood crackled in the pits, and the pot ran with white steam. My brother and I had long been hungry, just waiting anxiously for the first pot of pickled meat steamed dumplings come out.