解放前,母亲一共生了我们9个孩子;到生下五哥的时候,我家早已揭不开锅了。为了保住我们这后三个孩子的生命,母亲不得不忍痛让人家在寒风里把我们一一抱走! 1950年,我已经是一个17岁的男子汉了,可是我的生身母亲是谁,她的为人如何,我还不知道呢!这年暑假,我第一次看到的母亲,竟是这个样子:还不到花甲之年,头上已经布满了白发:那眯缝着的混浊的双眸里,只能透出一丝 Before the liberation, my mother had altogether produced 9 of our children; by the time we gave birth to the fifth brother, my family had already opened the pot. In order to keep our last three children’s lives, the mother had to reluctantly let people take us away in the cold! In 1950, I was already a 17-year-old man, but who was my biological mother? I don’t know yet! The first time I saw my mother this summer, I was like this: In the year of the Hundred Years, the head was already covered with white hair: that murky quilt There is only a trace in the eyes