1986年,我们村庄一共诞生了九个婴儿。母亲前些日子来,讲述了他们的境况。有的成了汽车修理工,有的去了广东进厂,有的则是游手好闲成了赌棍……我和他们不同之处在于未婚,并且从事一项母亲至今也对别人解释不清的职业。毫无疑问,我成了他们中的逃离者。我至今还记得某个同龄小伙伴放学时将屎尿拉在裤子上,蹲在寒冬的田埂上放声大哭的情景。我也记得幼儿园第一天,乡村女教师用竹板敲我手掌心的画面。很多年前,我总是羞于和别人讲起自己来自一个偏远的小山村。它简直小得可怜,小到要被隔壁几个村讥笑。两百多户人 In 1986, a total of nine babies were born in our village. A few days ago, my mother talked about their situation. Some have become car mechanics, some have gone to Guangdong to enter the factory, while others have been busy becoming gamblers ... I am different from them being unmarried, and engaged in a mother who has so far explained others’ vocations. No doubt I became a runaway among them. I still remember the same age small companion will drop urine excretion pants in the school, squatting in the fields of winter crying scene. I also remember the first day of kindergarten, the village female teacher knocked my palms with a bamboo screen picture. Many years ago, I was always ashamed to talk to others about myself from a remote, small mountain village. It is almost pitifully small to be ridiculed by the villages next door. More than 200 households