祖母的幺儿我曾在祖母珍藏着的一张发黄的照片上,看到叔父穿着军装,英姿飒爽的年轻模样。叔父所在的矿山离我们也不过百余里,据说矿山上的人常来我所在的小城赶集,我夹裹在熙熙攘攘的人群里,常想着是否能碰到叔父呢?虽然我明白,即便碰到也不知他就是我的叔父,他会如其他陌路人一般,与我擦肩而过。对于叔父的存在,我只是偶尔从父亲与别人谈起时才知道一些。 My Grandmother’s Child I used to see a young, handsome, uniformed, uniformed and unassuming young man in a yellowed photograph of her grandmother’s treasure. My uncle’s mine is no more than a hundred miles away from us. It is said that miners often come to the small town where I live. I clip into the bustling crowds and often wonder if I can meet my uncle. Although I understand that even if I touch Did not know that he is my uncle, he will be like other strangers, pass me pass. For the uncle’s existence, I only knew it occasionally when my father was talking to someone else.