那时我十岁,哥每次从知青点归家之日,便是我的盛大节日。十九岁的哥像变戏法一样,会变出许多好吃的。我大呼小叫,会一蹦三尺高,把自己的身体悬在哥哥身上,逼着他打转玩儿。哥是神,是我希望的明灯,照亮了我的世界。很多次梦见他,明明是欢声笑语的意境,醒来枕边常是湿的,我会哭很久。母亲常陪着我哭,直至再把我哄睡。盼哥回家,成为我最大的心事。一进入腊月,我就开始用铅笔在日历上勾划。瞧见哥的身影,不啻 At that time, when I was ten years old, my brother was my grand festival every time I went home from the IPE. 19-year-old brother like tricks, will make a lot of delicious. I shouted, will jump three feet high, his body hung on his brother, forcing him to turn around to play. Brother is God, the light of my hope, illuminating my world. Many times dreamed about him, obviously the mood of laughter, waking pillow often wet, I will cry for a long time. My mother kept crying with me until I slept again. Hope brother go home, become my biggest concern. As soon as I entered the twelfth lunar month, I began to draw a pencil on the calendar. See brother’s figure, not wrong