小学二年级的时候,母亲经常带我去附近商店街的面包店。从窑中烤出来的切片面包是整条卖的,并且会看客人是要用来做烤面包片还是三明治,当场切出客人要求的大小。当面包店发出银色光芒的大机器切着母亲的切片面包时,我则在不远的地方,注视着从上面数来第二层的架子。在一片“可乐饼面包”“炒面面包”“红豆面包”“奶油面包”等偏茶色的面包阵仗中,唯独一种面包的颜色不一样;就只有那个地方,散发出明亮的气场。 When I was in second grade, my mother often took me to the bakery in the nearby shopping street. The sliced ​​bread baked from the kiln is sold whole and will see if the guest is going to make a toast or sandwich and cut the size requested by the guests on the spot. When the big silver-colored machine in the bakery sliced ​​the mother’s sliced ​​bread, I was not far from watching the shelves on the second floor from the top. The only brown bread in a “bread roll” “bread ” “red bean bread ” “cream bread ” and so on, only a bread color is different; only that place , Emitting a bright aura.