一因为两只狗,一只黑色的大母狗和一只憨态可掬的小花狗儿,我记住了铁锤叔的名字。那是我上小学三年级的初夏。一个星期天的上午,我跟着爸回老家看爷爷奶奶。刚进村,爸和我就被几个站在铁锤叔家院墙外面说话的人围着了。爸热情地和那些人打着招呼,并从口袋里掏出烟,一个一个往他们手里递。就在爸给村子里的那些人递烟和寒暄时,我看见一只黑白相间的小花狗儿,正一摇一摆地从铁锤叔家的大门口跑出来。 Because of two dogs, a big black dog and a naive little dog, I remember the name of Uncle Hammer. That was my early summer in third grade. One Sunday morning, I followed my father back home to see my grandparents. When I first entered the village, Dad and I were surrounded by several people who stood outside the wall of the home of the hammer. Dad warmly greet those people, and pulled out his pocket cigarettes, one by one hand to their hands. Just as Dad gave the people in the village a cigarette and a greeting, I saw a little black and white dog running out of the door of Ham’s home.