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枯木牺牲自己的身躯企图逼退积雪的惨白,煤炭献身浓烈的火光只想软化檐下冰凌的坚硬,在这个冰冷的冬天,谁家孩子的棉袄着火了?……捧着手中这件落满历史尘灰的棉袄,我伫立在萧条的冬日,面对苍茫大地,刹那间的转身,穿越生命的时空,回到荒芜的孩提时代。大哥上四年级的时候,我刚上一年级,五岁的妹妹在家照看着仅有一岁的弟弟,母亲只身出去给四只乳燕打食吃。夏天,生产队牲口饲养室收青草,1分钱一斤,须是刚冒出水面的鲜嫩的芦草叶子。那个时候
Dead wood sacrificed his body trying to push back the pale snow, the devotion to intense fire just want to soften the ice under the eaves of hard, in this cold winter, who children’s jacket on fire? ... Holding the hands full History dust gray jacket, I stood in the depression of the winter, the face of vast land, an instant turn, through the life of time and space, back to the barren childhood. When I was in fourth grade, I was in grade one. My five-year-old sister was watching a one-year-old brother at home. Her mother went out alone to eat four milk swallows. In summer, the production team animal husbandry room to collect grass, 1 penny a pound, to be just emerge the surface of the fresh leaves of reed. that time