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2005年的我还是赤脚在田间嬉戏的黄毛丫头,喜欢看奶奶舞的大秧歌,听爷爷讲的老故事。一提起讲故事,有趣的倒是不少,但能让我记忆犹新的,就属1968年的大火??那大火,烧的冲天高。爷爷闭着眼睛说:“以前咱屋子东边是有人家住的,旁边还有几片白桦林和玉米地,秋天望去那个金灿灿的,甚是俊俏呢!世事无常,谁又能想到一大家子就那样全埋在里边了?那片地被烧个精。”躺在爷爷怀里的我问发生了什
2005, I was barefoot in the field playing yellow hair girl, like grandma dancing big yangko, grandfather to listen to the old story. Talking about the story, it is interesting to many, but let me remember, it is a 1968 fire ?? That fire, burning sky. Grandpa closed his eyes and said: “In the past, we have some people living east of the house, next to a few pieces of birch forest and corn fields, the golden look of the fall, it is very handsome it! Things impermanence, who can think of a big son So buried in the whole way? That piece was a fine burn. ”Lying in my grandfather’s arms I asked what happened