大约是1971年初,我第一次从插队的黑龙江生产建设兵团回北京探亲,父亲的那架照相机成了我的宠物。那是一架日本产的不知什么牌号的120型旧相机,是抗战年代缴获的战利品。机身上的烤漆已斑驳陆离,连接镜头的折叠皮腔已磨损得都快要漏光了,皮套烂得也缝了几处。它的取景框像两扇小门,全凭眼力目测距离对焦。它虽然破旧,用起来还行,听父亲说家里相册那些变黄的照片,不少就是用它拍的。当时,我家的这架旧相机,在同学和伙伴们 About the very beginning of 1971, I first returned to Beijing to visit relatives from the construction and retrieval corps of the Heilongjiang Production and Construction Corps, whose father’s camera became my pet. It was a Japanese-made 120-year-old camera of unknown grade, which was seized in the War of Resistance Against Japan. Body paint has been mottled, fold the lens connected to the skin has been worn out are almost leaked, leather rotten too sewn a few. Its viewfinder frame like two wickets, all eyesight distance focus. Although it is shabby, it is okay to use it, listen to my father said that the family photo album that yellowing photos, many of them use it shot. At that time, this old camera in my family, in classmates and partners