家中有一个磨得锃亮的樟木匣子,里面藏了几十张老照片,有一种历史的厚重感,照片泛黄,里面的人似曾相识,记录着久远的故事,不断引我从心底生出探求的渴望,我常拽着父亲给我讲他小时候的故事。故事开始于上世纪六七十年代,从父亲的语气和神情里,我感觉到了那时一切都很疯狂和热烈。爷爷奶奶每天起早贪黑去生产队干活挣工分,父亲的姐姐,如果不去上学,便会去帮忙。舅爷家有个大伯比父亲大三岁,舅爷遭了事故,把大伯寄放到爷爷家,于是整个家整个院子整个村子都是这哥俩儿的天地了。 The home has a polished camphor wood box, which hides dozens of old photos, there is a sense of history, yellowing photos, people inside deja vu, long-lasting record of the story, continue to lead me to explore from the bottom of my heart Desire, I often dragged his father told me the story of his childhood. The story started in the sixties and seventies of last century, from his father’s tone and look, I felt that when everything was crazy and enthusiastic. Grandpa and grandma every day from morning till night to work hard earn team earn work points, his father’s sister, if you do not go to school, will go to help. My uncle had a uncle three years older than his father, my uncle was an accident, the uncle sent to the grandfather home, so the entire yard entire village is the world of both brothers.