我第一次吃烟台苹果时7岁半,1968年春末,收音机里说马丁·路德·金被刺杀,伟大领袖发表了支持美国黑人斗争的声明,还选播了一段马丁·路德·金的演讲《我有一个梦想》:“我梦想有一天,这个国家会站立起来,真正实现其信条的真谛,‘我们认为这些真理是不言而喻的:人人生而平等。’”我父亲在天津火车站前的果品糕点店上班,因为家庭出身地主,被暂停组织生活,改当搬运工。他带回来只苹果,上边有块圆圆的黑斑,母亲将苹果洗净给我,黑斑变成深洞,我沿着洞口一点点啃。同院张爷爷懒在躺椅上喝小叶香片,全不管院门外贴着骂他是工贼的大字报,叫我过去摸肚皮猜午 The first time I was in Yantai, I was seven and a half years old. In the late spring of 1968, I heard on the radio that Martin Luther King was assassinated. The great leader issued a statement in support of the Afro-American struggle. She also broadcast a selection of Martin Luther King Jr. “I have a dream”: “I have a dream that one day the country will stand up and truly realize the true meaning of its creed,” and we think these truths are self-evident: everyone is born equal. My father came to work at a fruit pastry shop in front of Tianjin Railway Station. Because his family was a landowner, his father was suspended from organizing his life and turned to porter. He brought back an apple with a round, dark spot on it. Her mother cleaned me the apple, the dark spot became a deep hole, and I ate a little bit along the hole. Zhang grandfather in the same hospital lazy on the couch to drink leaflets, all regardless of the hospital close to call him a scolding poster, told me to touch the belly guessing