从口中取出掉牙的那一刻,心是崩落的。小时候,总爱坐在小板凳上仰望阿公。藤椅上的阿公看不到牙,两唇微微开合吞咽口水,似笑非笑,像减肥过度的弥勒佛。也爱牵着阿公逛街,喜欢认识的人跟阿公打招呼:“没牙娃,你这个细娃孙,真乖!”“牙”成为童年记忆中鲜明的最初影像与名词。妈妈生了七个女儿一个儿子,我是那所谓的七仙女。没有仙女棒 The moment the tooth is removed from the mouth, the heart is falling apart. When I was young, I always sat on a small bench and looked up to my grandfather. Grandpa on the wicker chair can not see the teeth, lips slightly opening and closing swallowing saliva, like laughing, like overweight Maitreya Buddha. Also love to take the grandpa shopping, people who like to say hello to the grandfather: “No tooth baby, you the finechildren, really good!” “Tooth ” became a clear childhood image of the initial memory and nouns. Mother gave birth to seven daughters and one son, I am the so-called seven fairies. No fairies sticks