我经常捧着一叠老照片看,其中有一张我格外珍视。相片上一老一少,年长的穿着一套黑色的粗布棉衣,戴着一顶极厚的军皮帽,两手交叉着揣在袖筒里,咧开了嘴笑,却见不着几颗牙。一个小男孩儿倚靠在他身上,双手抱着他的腿,羞赧的小脸上溢着惊慌,几颗参差不齐的门牙暴露在了外面,窘态可掬。相片的背面恰巧写着几个字:爷孙俩。那个小孩儿是我,当时只有五岁。穿着棉 I often look at a stack of old photos, one of which I especially value. A photograph of a young and old, old wearing a black ruffian coat, wearing a very thick military cap, hands crossed with the sleeve in the sleeve, grinning, but can not see a few teeth. A young boy leaning on him, his hands on his legs, panicky little face panic, a few uneven front teeth exposed to the outside, embarrassment. The back of the photo happened to write a few words: Lord Sun both. That kid was me, then only five years old. Wearing cotton