我小时候,家里很穷。父亲哥儿两个,我六岁那年,老叔结婚,父亲被迫搬出去住,连房子都是借的。穷人的天空都是灰白的,带着一丝腐烂的气息。我记忆中蜷缩的炕头,昏暗的油灯……它们在我脑海中深深地扎根。我的曾祖母那时还在世,分家那会儿,她正赶上身染重病,她的下巴鼓鼓地伸在脸? When I was young, my family was poor. My two sons, my elder brother, were married when I was six and my father was forced to move out to live. Even the house was borrowed. The poor's skies are gray and rotten. I curled in the memory of the white picket fence, dark oil lamps ... ... They are deeply rooted in my mind. My great-grandmother was still alive at that time, she was separated from home, she was caught up in serious illness, her jaw bulged to the face?