假期中替儿子整理书本,无意中读到一篇关于煤油灯的文章,一瞬间,在如萤的煤油灯下读书的岁月闯入我的记忆,深藏在那橘黄色的背景之中的远逝的故乡也渐次清晰起来……我的启蒙时期,是在一个四面环山的乡村里度过,村子里稀稀落落的房屋就蹲在山脚下,无规则地散落着,像个颇有岁月的老人。上世纪六七十年代的时候,村子里还没 During the holiday season, I took a book for my son and inadvertently read an essay on kerosene lamps. For an instant, the years of studying under a kerosene lamp came into my memory, deep in the orange background The passing home also gradually clear up ... ... My Enlightenment period, is spent in a surrounded mountainous villages, sparsely populated houses in the village crouched at the foot of the mountain, irregularly scattered, like a rather years Old man. The sixties and seventies of last century, the village yet