在我出生的那个战乱的年代,关于群山以外的世界,对我和姐姐来说就是一个谜团,一个乱糟糟的谜团。所有关于山外面的人和事都是从母亲的口中听说的。当然还有父亲,不过关于父亲,我没有半点记忆。如果不是他留下穿过的衣服现在穿在我身上,我甚至会怀疑究竟有没有父亲这个人存在。母亲说父亲是在我三岁那年离开的,至于为什么离开,去了哪里,我们一概不知。父亲走的 In the era of the war I was born about the world outside the mountains, for me and my sister is a mystery, a mess mystery. All about people and things outside the mountains heard from the mother’s mouth. Of course, my father, but about my father, I do not have the slightest memory. If it was not for the clothes he had left behind to wear on me now, I would even wonder if there was any one father. My mother said my father left when I was three, and we did not know where we left and where we went. Father walked