回忆像一根针一样挑开我的过去,细密而疼痛,又似乎悲凉如水。一个回忆的人仿佛一下子就老了,接近老年。茫茫的田野、山峦、河流,牛羊遍地,我仿佛看到那个童年的我从对面走来。童年处在刚刚包产到户的年代,还处在饥饿的年代。家里可以顶饿的食物还是要给父亲那样的主要劳动力。比如,玉米饼、干饭。没有肉。没有。因为农村一年才可能杀一次猪, Memories like a needle to open my past, meticulous and painful, it seems sad as water. A person who recalls suddenly seems old, close to old age. The vast fields, mountains, rivers, cattle and sheep everywhere, I seem to see that childhood I came from across. Childhood is just in the age of production, but also in the era of hunger. Home hungry food or to give the father that kind of major workforce. For example, corn cake, dry rice. No meat. No. Because the rural one year may kill a pig,