我七岁那年冬天,父亲托人在村口的铁厂焊回一架铁梯,约有五米长,半米宽,空心,周身涂着劣质的红漆。父亲把铁梯扛回村的时候,身后围着一群街坊,漆味呛鼻,让他们不想靠近,孩子们无所顾忌,觉得新鲜,不听大人责骂,围着父亲和铁梯转。街坊有人打趣地说,老李,又背回一位新娘子。父亲只露着牙床,嘿嘿地笑。我和妹妹早早地守在院子里,一听见外面的动静,便 At the age of seven, in the winter of my seventh year, my father entrusted a steel ladder welded back to the ironworks at the entrance to the village. It was about five meters long and half a meter wide and hollow with a red paint on the whole body. When his father brought the ladders back to the village, a group of neighbors were besieged behind them. Their paint was so chokey that they did not want to get near. The children had no scruples, they felt fresh, they did not listen to adults and turned around their fathers and ladders. Someone jokingly said the neighbors, Lao Li, back to a bride. Father only exposed gums, hey smile. My sister and I keep in the yard early, I heard the movement outside, then