刚能记事时,我常患小病。娘抱着我,通宵达旦地拿着木棍敲水缸:“伢,快回来啊,娘在,一路上你莫怕!”娘是在喊魂,古老的乡村就以这种方式传承着千年不熄的亲情。记工分年代,“黑五类分子”的娘从淤泥过膝的稻田赶回家,煮一小锅稀饭,喂面黄肌瘦的五个孩子,自己喝两碗清汤就往回赶 Just remember, I often suffer from ailments. Niang hugged me, holding a wooden handle all night knocking cylinder: “Hey, come back ah, the mother, along the way you are not afraid!” Mother is shouting soul, the ancient village in this way on the Millennium Do not extinguish the affection. In the 1980s, the mother of the “Black Five Class” rushed home from the muddy knee paddy, boiled a small pot of porridge, and fed five children with thin skin and thin skin.