儿时在乡间常会看到一些残碑,上面有斑斑驳驳的字迹,大部分都不认识,觉得好玩,便会捡一段柴梗在地上依葫芦画瓢。有一次看到一块实在喜欢,便费了九牛二虎之力挪回家中,被母亲狠狠地训了一顿,说是这种东西和死人埋在一起,带回家会很不吉利,无奈,只能丢弃。记得在小学二年级的时候,哥哥送我一支毛笔,那种兴奋,可以用惊喜若狂形容。我找了几张旧报 Childhood in the country often see some of the remnants, there are mottled smudges of writing, most do not know, feel fun, it will pick up a bunch of stems and lanterns in the ground on the gourd ladle. Once I saw a really like, it took a dauntless effort to move back home, was severely trained by his mother, saying that this kind of thing buried with the dead, bringing home will be very unlucky Helpless, only discarded. I remember in the second grade, my brother sent me a brush, the kind of excitement, can be used to describe the surprise ecstasy. I found a few old papers