历史不只是课本里的三皇五帝,也不只是电视里的金戈铁马,它是你能看见能听见的自己的故事。一张旧照片,一首老歌谣,一封发黄信,一个身边人……因为你一点一滴的记录,使它们成为了你书写的历史;因为你点点滴滴的记录,让我们感受到心和心的距离触手可及。我经常会缠着爷爷给我讲他们那个年代的故事,在我听到的这些故事中,印象最深刻的要数奶奶和爷爷小时候的事了。故事发生在爷爷上小学的时候,大约是上世纪六十年代初。由于连续三年自然灾害,爷爷家和所有人家一样,生活十分困难。为了解决吃饭问题,小小年纪的爷爷必须在每天下午放学后到地里挖野菜。有 History is not just the Three Emperors and Five Emperors in the textbook, nor is it a mere ironclad on TV. It is your own story that you can see and hear. An old photograph, an old ballads, a yellow letter, a man around ... because you bit by bit records, making them a history of your writing; because you bit by bit records, let us feel The distance from heart to heart is within reach. Often, I tell my grandfather about the stories of their time. Of the stories I’ve heard, I was most impressed when I was a little grandmother and grandpa. The story took place in my grandfather elementary school, about the early sixties of last century. Due to three consecutive years of natural disasters, my grandfather’s family, like all others, has a very difficult life. In order to solve the problem of eating, the younger grandfather must dig wild vegetables into the ground after school every afternoon. Have