29年前的今天,妈妈生下了我。现在妈妈在老家,我在北京。每一年我回一次家。他们都永远在那个老屋里,而我总是从一个城市换成另一个城市,出发的地方总有不同。打电话回家,他们问我在外面过得好不好,我说好啊,吃得饱穿得好。我问他们好不好,他们说好啊,天气好收成好。他们总问我吃饭了吗,说着说着又问我吃饭了吗。吃饭好像是第一等的大事情。他们生在饥荒的年代,爸爸小时候在全家出去讨饭时差点被卖,他们总是忘不了饥饿的感受。最新鲜的一 Today 29 years ago, my mother gave birth to me. Now my mother is at home, I am in Beijing. I return home every year. They are always in that old house, and I always change from one city to another city, starting place is always different. Call home, they asked me if I had a good time outside. I said okay, I was well fed. I asked them whether they were good or not, they said yes, the weather was good. They always asked me to eat yet, spoke and asked me to eat yet. Eating seems to be the first big thing. They were born during a famine when Father was almost sold out when he was out for a meal in the family. They always forget the feeling of hunger. The freshest one