“卖馒头的老王,他接到了一封信。八千里外死了他的老娘亲。他把面团揉了又揉,揉了又揉。他一言不发,把那封信放进了围裙。死了有十年了,怪不得梦里叫她她不应。刚蒸好的馒头,娘您就尝尝新。这些年,卖了多少馒头,我也数不清,为什么偏偏不能,放一个在您的手掌心?”这是台湾作家张晓风为台湾老兵写的诗。张晓风说,她自己一度都不记得曾经写过这首诗,直到有一天,一群台湾老兵举着印有这首诗的牌子 “Selling bread, the Pharaoh, he received a letter. Eight thousand miles outside the dead of his ancestral mother. He dough rubbed and rubbed, rubbed and rubbed .He said nothing, put the letter put Into the apron.Dying for ten years, no wonder she was not called her dream.Steamed steamed bread, the mother you will try new.In these years, how many buns sold, I also countless, why not, Put a palm in your hand? ”This is a poem written by Taiwan writer Zhang Xiaofeng for Taiwan veterans. Zhang Xiaofeng said she once did not recall writing this poem until one day a group of veterans in Taiwan carried a sign printed with this poem