最近重读《红高粱》,觉得莫言笔下的“我奶奶”在那个战乱干瘪的年代里,依旧鲜活丰满。我也想起“我奶奶”。确切地说,是想起“我奶奶们”。我不只一个奶奶,在我心里留下的亲情记忆也不只一个。我父亲那辈有八个兄弟,祖父那辈有四个兄弟。三爷爷娶了个改嫁的女子且没生育,而四奶奶却生了十二个孩子。为了不断香火,四爷爷的一个儿子就过继给了三爷爷。我父亲就是这个两头跑的孩子。这样,我就有了两个亲奶奶。 Recently re-read the “red sorghum”, think Mo Yan pen “my grandmother ” in that wartime era, still vivid fullness. I also remember “my grandmother ”. Exactly, think of “my grandmother ”. I am not only a grandma, in my heart left more than one family memory. My father has eight brothers that generation, grandfather has four brothers that generation. Grandpa married a remarried woman and did not give birth, while her grandmother gave birth to twelve children. In order to keep incense, a son of four grandfather to the three Grandpa. My father is this running child. In this way, I have two pro-grandma.