认识他时,我还很小,父亲让我叫他表叔。他个子很高很瘦,鼻子很挺很直,清癯的脸上总带着微笑,一副随和亲切的样子。可我却怕他,确切地说,是怕他肩上背的那只紫红色的牛皮挎箱。在村子里,在山路上,总能见到他匆忙的身影,那匆忙的身影也总离不开那只紫红色的牛皮挎葙。一天,他来我家,进了屋,将那只紫红色的牛皮挎箱一放,便紧挨着箱子坐下来,一只手习惯性地放在箱子上,好像生怕有人把箱子抢走似的。我双手紧扳着门框,整个身子躲在 When I met him, I was still young. My father told me to call his uncle. He was very tall and thin, his nose was very straight, his face always with a smile, an easygoing look. But I was afraid of him, to be exact, afraid of his fuchsia leather shoulder bag back. In the village, in the mountains, always see him in a hurry figure, the hurry figure is always inseparable from the purple leather cowhide. One day, he came to my house and entered the house. He put the fuchsia leather box on top of it and sat down next to the box. A hand was habitually placed on the box, as if for fear that someone would rob the box . I wrench the door frame tightly, hiding the whole body