麻园,就在我老屋旁边的河坡堤上,约七八分地。说起麻园,它与我们家有着千丝万缕的情缘。我9岁那年的一天,奶奶一早起来,在给列祖列宗叩了头,上了香之后,就歪歪扭扭地拄着拐杖,用那黑里发黄的手帕捂着鼻子,爬在麻园里的一个小碎石堆上哭得特别伤心。快到吃早饭时,父亲母亲就叫我 Ma Park, just next to my old house on the bank of the dike, about seven or eight points. Speaking Maaku, it is inextricably linked with our family. One day when I was 9 years old, my grandmother got up early in the morning. After I had done an incense to the ancestors, she crouched crookedly with my yellow handkerchief over her nose and climbed over Ma Yuan Cried in a small rubble in the pile was particularly sad. As soon as I had breakfast, my father and mother called me