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小时候，在家玩耍时，听到卖糖葫芦的吆喝声，就缠着妈妈买着吃。有时候还偷偷地跟着卖糖葫芦的走街串巷。不是馋那糖葫芦，而是馋那悦耳的吆喝声。 When I was a child, when I was playing at home, I heard the cry of selling sugar gourd and pestered my mother to buy food. Sometimes I secretly follow the people who sell sugar gourd. Not the sweet gourd, but the sweet cry. 经常来我家门口叫卖的是个老北京，一家子都是卖糖葫芦的。据他讲，他爷爷在清朝那会儿就卖糖葫芦。 It's an old Beijing who often comes to my door to sell candied haws. According to him, his grandfather sold sugar gourd in the Qing Dynasty. 所以，他的糖葫芦绝对正宗，到底是不是无从考证。但他一口悦耳的吆喝声，让我深信不疑。那会儿我还小，还不懂什么叫正宗不正宗，判断的唯一标准就是谁吆喝得好听就买谁的吃。 Therefore, his Tanghulu is absolutely authentic, and there is no way to prove it. But his pleasant cry made me believe it. At that time, I was still young and didn't know what it was called authentic or not. The only criterion to judge was who shouted well and bought whose food. 于是，我跟这个老北京混了个脸熟。那一段日子，只要他经过我家的门口，他的身后就会跟着一个和他一起扯着嗓子吆喝的5岁小破孩儿。 | 
