十二岁那年的一夜,村里来了放映队。日本故事片,《生死恋》。父亲套一把铜锁在门上,把我锁在了黑咕隆咚的屋子里。“不是《闪闪的红星》,也不是《小兵张嘎》,大人搞对象的片子,小孩子就甭去了。”父亲背着药箱,隔着木门,把铜锁和钥匙弄得山响。然而,一把锁,一道门,岂能封锁一个少年萌动的好奇与激情!我拔栓,推窗,翻身出户,在一片夜色的掩护下, One night at the age of twelve, the village came to the screening team. Japanese feature film, “Life and death love.” Father put a copper lock on the door and locked me in the dark, dark room. “Not a” sparkling red star, “nor a” soldier Zhang Ga, “and the adults engage in the filming of the object, and the child goes away.” "Father carried the medicine box across the wooden door and made the mountain pass the brass lock and the key. However, a lock, a door, how can we block the curiosity and passion of a juvenile sprout! I pull the bolt, push the window, stand up at home, under the cover of a night,