母亲有三个女儿,我是中间那一个,就是三毛曾经调侃的夹心饼干中间,容易被忽略、散落的那块。其实并不是因为我出生的次序,而是由于那个特有的年代,普通人仍然挣扎在温饱线的边缘,我儿童的记忆中更多的是一些描摹生活艰辛和空旷的片段。那时,父亲在城里工作,母亲是乡下小学的民办教师,一个人带着我们三个,住在对她来说完全是异乡的村子里。有一个场景至今仍刻在我的脑 My mother has three daughters. I am the middle one, the middle of the sandwich cookies that San Mao used to laugh at. It is easy to overlook and scatter. In fact, not because of the order in which I was born, but because of the peculiar age, the ordinary people are still struggling on the edge of the food and clothing. Most of my children’s memories are fragments depicting the hardships and openness of life. At that time, my father was working in the city. My mother was a private teacher at a rural primary school. One of them took the three of us and lived in a village that was completely foreign to her. There is a scene still engraved in my brain