1被大风刮走的二十世纪末的某个秋天,亦是家里光景最为惨淡和黑暗的日子。夜晚从头上慢慢爬下来,顺着额头,蚕一样钻进我瘦小的身体,凉丝丝的,很不舒服。整个青瓦房又冷又暗,我点燃一支蜡烛,借着它的死亡取暖。脏兮兮的衣服,皱巴巴的裤子,一双被两只生长迅速的大脚戳出的蛇洞一样的鞋,内心时隐时现的恐惧,还有因为吃不好穿不好滋生的饥饿感,让我感到十分寒冷和孤独。父亲不在家里,他总是不在家里,麻将 A fall of the late twentieth century, which was swept by the gale, was also the most gloomy and dark day in the home. Slowly climb down from the ground at night, along the forehead, silkworm like my body into the thin, cool, very uncomfortable. The whole brick house was cold and dark. I lit a candle and warmed it by its death. Dirty clothes, crumpled trousers, a pair of snake-like shoes punctuated by two big, fast-growing feet, a hidden fear in the heart, and a sense of hunger , I feel very cold and lonely. His father is not at home, he is always not at home, mahjong