狗年第一天,母亲和妻包水饺,我看电视,儿子在一旁玩耍。揉好了面,妻揪下一团,扔给了儿子,说去玩吧。我印象里,每回包水饺,只要儿子在家,他都会得到一团面,他拿着它像一只突然停摆的闹钟,静静地坐在桌前,随意捏着什么,有时是蜗牛,有时是恐龙,有时是盘起来的蛇。面团脾气温和,身软如水,低眉顺眼地主动配合着儿子,他捏什么,从不打腹稿,也没啥样子可参照,全凭了一双手任意摆弄,因此他的“杰作”有的有些形似,有的啥也不像,有的经他提醒我们才恍然大悟似地知道了是啥东西,仔细瞧瞧,还真有那么几分神似呢。但他很得意,捏好了什么,就放到掌心里,兴冲冲地捧给 The first day of the dog, mother and wife package dumplings, I watch TV, son playing aside. Knead a good face, the wife pulling a group, threw it to his son, said to play it. In my mind, every time I turn the dumpling, he gets a pack of noodles whenever his son is at home. He holds it like a suddenly stopped clock, sits quietly at the table, snaps something, sometimes snails, and sometimes It is a dinosaur, sometimes a serpent. Dough gentle temperament, soft water, lowbrow pleasing to the eye with the initiative to cooperate with his son, what he pinch, never hit a draft, nothing to look at, all with one hand arbitrarily play, so his “masterpiece” and some Shaped, and some what is not like, and some reminded us that he suddenly realized that it is something, look carefully, really so somewhat similar to it. But he was very proud, what good pinch, put in the palm, excitedly holding