十月的土地,青稞熟了,麦浪滚滚,这是召唤着我回家的讯息。我就出生在这个季节,阿妈说,这个时候出生的孩子都是有福气的。而我此生最大的福气,并不是因为出生在这季节,而是来自多吉。当我还在襁褓中时,三岁的多吉流着鼻涕,走到床边,他看着我,眼睛里装满了好奇和小心翼翼。从此以后,他柔软的脊梁骨上,温暖的胸膛里,都留下了我暖暖的尿意。我被人欺负,哭得屁滚尿流,回家去找他,他什么也没说,拍干净我身上的泥土,将我安顿在钢炉边, October land, ripening barley, wheat waves billowing, this is calling me to go home message. I was born in this season, my mom said that the children born at this time are blessed. And my greatest blessing in this life, not because it was born in this season, but from Dorje. When I was still in her sleep, Dorje, a three-year-old boy, ran her nose and went to the bed. He looked at me, his eyes full of curiosity and cautiousness. Since then, his warm spine, warm chest, have left me warm urinate. I was bullied, crying crooked, go home to find him, he said nothing, pat the dirt on my body, I will settle in the edge of the furnace,