每当我听到火灾事故的消息,我的心就隐隐作痛,我更无法忘记那场火给我留下的标记——几块火烧的疤痕。我小的时候,正是大集体年代,大人们整天忙着挣工分,家里的孩子都是大的照顾小的,带我的是大我5岁的二姐。在我不到两岁的那年冬天,天出奇的冷。我家孩子多,劳动力少,在村里是出了名的困难户,我们兄妹几个身上穿的都很单薄,母亲怕我冻着,每天就让我站在盛有炭火的木桶里,叫二姐在旁 Whenever I heard the news of a fire, my heart ached and I could not forget the mark of fire that left me - a few burning scars. When I was young, it was the age of a large group. Adults were busy earning hours all day. The children in the family were greatly cared for and took me as their eldest sister. In the winter of that year I was two years old, the sky was surprisingly cold. My family has more children and less workforce, and it is notoriously difficult in the village. Some of our siblings wear very thin bodies, and my mother fears me freezing. Every day, I stand in a wooden bucket full of charcoal and call me two Sister in the side