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这种情形有点滑稽,我们已对卜子熟稔到骨头里,日日念着盼着,他却连我们是谁都不知道。他根本就不认识我们。我的整个少年时代,都被一个叫卜子的堂哥激励着。那个时候,村庄闭塞得有些孤寂,土地清瘦,四季的风,空落落地吹着,可因为有那个堂哥卜子在,一切便都明丽起来。父亲和母亲,抱着这样的念想,有朝一日,他们的孩子,也会成为卜子一样的人。那是黑里头的亮,再清寒苦贫的日子,也有了奔头。闲暇时,父亲总要给我们讲讲卜子。他
This situation is a little bit funny. We have become familiar with Buzi in the bones and we are looking forward to it day after day. He does not even know who we are. He does not know us at all. My whole boyhood, inspired by a cousin named Bo Zi. At that time, the village was somewhat lonely and the land was thin and the wind of the four seasons blew in the air. But because of that cousin, everything was bright. Father and mother, with such thoughts, one day their children will become like the same people. That is the head of the dark inside, and then cold hardship days, but also ran out. In my free time, my father always tells us about children. he