一个小男孩,表情严肃,对着一片空旷的大草甸子大声呼喊,场景滑稽好笑而又着实令人感动。谁能想到,从那时起,那个小男孩就已经走上了文学之路。我说的是我自己。12岁那年春天的一个早晨,我和妈妈去苦艾甸干活。苦艾甸在我们村的东面,很大,一眼望不到边际。妈妈走在前头,我跟在后面。妈妈为人善良,也能吃苦。在当 A young boy, with a serious look, shouted loudly at an open meadows, funny and touching scenes. Who can think that since then, that little boy has embarked on the path of literature. I am talking about myself. One morning in the spring of 12 years old, my mother and I went to work on Aden. Bitter Adian in the east of our village, large, at a glance unobtainable. Mom walked ahead, I followed. Mom is kind and hardworking. At the moment