乡村撒野之一很少向人提及我的童年,不是因为它的不完美,而是我唯恐自己不够精准的文字亵渎了它那份独有的纯粹。小时候随家人在乡村生活了八年,那八年也是我最快乐的童年记忆。作为家里的唯一一个孩子,大人们永远对我宠爱有加,因此在乡下贫苦的生活,我依然像一个骄傲的公主,优越而任性。上学的时候,别的小伙伴都是家里人用剩余的布块拼对成的花布书包,我却是爸爸在县城给我买的皮质双肩背包。但小孩子说也奇怪,我一点儿不开心,没有人知道我心里其实多希望有个妈妈亲手 Rarely mentions one of my childhood years in the village, not because of its imperfections, but because I fear that I am not proficient enough to deft its unique purity. When I was a child, I lived in the village for eight years with my family and in those eight years was also my happiest childhood memory. As the only child in the family, adults always love me, so in the country’s poor life, I still like a proud princess, superior and wayward. When I was in school, other little friends were all the family members with the remaining pieces of cloth spell into the bag, I was my father bought me in the county leather backpack. But the children said it was strange, I am a bit unhappy, no one knows my heart actually want to have a mother personally