我的家乡在辽西一个十分偏僻的乡村。高高的山,夹着一个数百口人的村子。家乡只有一道山垭口,把一条弯弯曲曲的山路,送向外面的世界。8岁那年,我背着妈妈用手巾缝制的书包上学了。我们平时大部分时间都为生产队劳动,几乎没有上课。老师只好利用暑假,给我们补习识字课。天气越来越热,教室在一场暴雨后坍塌了,我们只好借住在一个年久失修的破庙里。这座破破烂烂 My hometown is in a very remote village in western Liaoning. High mountain, a village of hundreds of people. Only a home Yamaguchi Yamaguchi, a winding mountain, sent to the outside world. At age 8, I went to school with my schoolchild’s handbag. We usually work for the production team most of the time, with few classes. The teacher had to use the summer vacation to give us tutoring lessons. The weather is getting hotter, the classroom collapsed after a heavy rain, and we had to live in a ruined temple. This shabby