过了15个生日,我每个生日都会被父母记在心里,然而哥哥的生日却未必会这样。哥哥只比我大三岁,我们在同一所学校念过一年书,我们经常碰面,然而话却没几句。大集合时,我会在人群中找他。我踮起脚看他站在什么位置,每次都会找到他。看到他之后,我会有一种莫名的欣慰,似乎还有一种 After 15 birthdays, my parents will remember each birthday, but my brother’s birthday may not be the same. My elder brother is only three years older than me. We have read a book for one year in the same school. We often meet and we don’t have a few words. When I gather, I will find him in the crowd. I squatted to see where he stood and would find him every time. After seeing him, I would have a kind of inexplicable relief and it seems that there is another kind