要给二舅写点什么的念头 ,从四年前二舅离开我的那一刻起 ,就在心头滋生了。但不知多少次 ,一提起笔来 ,二舅那张北方农民特有的脸就会在眼前浮现 ,那是一张憨憨的带有菩萨般慈祥的、黑色的脸膛 ,他的嘴里叼着的依旧是那吊着烟袋的黑红杆子的旱烟锅 ,烟嘴上的火也还是那么一明 To give two uncle to write something idea, from four years ago two uncle left me from the moment, in my heart breed. But I do not know how many times, a mention pen, two uncle that peasants peculiar face will emerge in front of us, it is a Han Han Buddha’s kind, black face, his mouth dangling It is still the black and red pole hanging tobacco pipe smoke pot, the fire on the cigarette holder is still so clear