我的老家在赣东北一个叫平埂的小山村。不大的村里竞出了两位将军。同样,也出了十几户军烈属。于是,平埂村在周围很有点名气。许多年前的一个寒假,父亲决定带我返乡到叔叔家过年。那天刚下班车,我就看到一个头发花白、满脸憔悴的老奶奶靠在石杆上,双眼紧张地在下车的人流中寻着什么。一连几天,都是如此,这对于酷爱幻想的我充满了好奇。于是, My hometown is a small village called Pingtung in northeastern Jiangxi. The small village competed for two generals. Similarly, also out of a dozen families. As a result, Pingtung Village is a little known around. Many years ago, a winter vacation, my father decided to take me home to the Uncle New Year. Just off the bus that day, I saw a gray-haired, gaunt old grandmother leaning on the stone, his eyes nervous to get off in the flow of people looking for something. For a few days, this is true, which is full of curiosity for me who love fantasy. then,