若干年前,在黄河边上的一支面朝黄土背朝天的纤夫队伍里,有一位13岁的少年。他是诗人苗得雨的长子苗长水。为了补贴家用,他瞒着爸爸妈妈到河边拉纤。当他红肿的肩膀扛着用自己的劳动所得换来的面粉回到家里时,家长首先关心的是钱的来路正不正。看到儿子被纤绳勒肿的肩膀后,妈妈哭了。如今,苗长水已是一位很有成就的作家了。也是若干年前。在胶东的一个小城里。 A few years ago, a 13-year-old boy was on the side of the Yellow River facing a looming backpacker. He is the eldest son of the poet Miao Yu rainwater. In order to subsidize household, he pulled away from the river without telling his father and mother. When his inflamed shoulders carry the flour he returns from his own labor, the first thing parents care about is the way of the money. My mother cried after seeing her son’s shoulder with a swollen fiber. Today, Miao Changshui is a very accomplished writer. It was also a few years ago. In a small town in Jiaodong.