在许多年中,我们依赖书信维持生存。书信是我们寂寞的日子里稀少的欢乐和光明。信中的每一个字都被我们贪婪嚼碎小心咽下,然后一字不漏地“输入”记忆珍藏。收信、读信和复信,常须躲闪避开周围警犬般的耳目,使得书信的来去变得隐秘而鬼祟,那仅仅只因为小小的信封承载了最大的私人空间,是充满敌意的生活中唯一的温暖和慰藉,支撑我们度过苦涩难耐的时光。那个冬天的小兴安岭,大雪封山,进山伐木的连队和农场断了联系,一连两个月,信件完全从我 In many years we rely on letters to survive. Letters are scarce joy and light in our lonely days. Each word in the letter was chewed by us greedy carefully swallowed, and then word “” memory collection. Receiving, reading, and replying should often dodge away from the doggy ears of the surrounding police officers, making the letters secretly hidden and sneaky. It is a hostile life simply because the small envelope carries the largest private space The only warmth and comfort that sustain us through the time of bitterness. That winter, the Little Hinggan Mountains, snow closure Hill, logging into the mountains and the farm cut off the company, for two months, the letter completely from me