“妮儿,给你这白菜叶,我特讨厌吃白菜叶,我就喜欢吃这脆脆的菜梆。”“真奇怪,这世界上还有不愿吃菜叶的。”无数个白菜收获的冬季,都可以听到我和父亲不断重复着这两句话,于是我的碗里多了菜叶,父亲碗里多了菜梆。又是一个白菜收获的季节。每天都可以看到父亲满脸的愁容,今年的白菜价格真是太低了。平常不太喝酒的父亲端起玻璃杯放在了餐桌上,慢吞吞的倒着酒,眼 “Nicer, give you this cabbage leaves, I hate to eat cabbage leaves, I like to eat this crunchy dishes. ” “It is weird, there are still unwilling to eat leaves in this world. ” Countless cabbage harvest in winter, can hear my father and I repeated these two sentences, so I have more leaves in the bowl, father bowl and more vegetables 梆. It is a cabbage harvest season. Every day you can see the sad face of his father, cabbage this year, the price is really too low. Usually not too drunk father put a glass on the table, slowly pour wine, eyes