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我内心始终倾向于这样一种说法:所有的回忆都不单单是一种梳理和沉淀,而更接近于对往事的重塑,那是一只温柔的手,对心灵秘史进行的查阅。二十年弹指一挥间,老却一代人,成长一代人。回首多灾多难的1976年,现在终于可以廓清命运当初被弄得过于模糊的端倪了。我的右臂是在地震以后转院至河南新乡被锯掉的。9月份,毛泽东主席逝世前夕,父亲、母亲、大哥带着伤臂尚未痊愈的我返回唐山。不久,毛泽东逝世的噩耗
My heart is always inclined to such a statement: all the memories are not just a sort of combing and precipitation, but more close to the remodeling of the past, it is a gentle hand, the soul secret history inspection. Twenty years of fingertips, the old but a generation, a generation of growth. Looking back on troubled times in 1976, it is now finally clear that the fate of the fate of the original was made too vague clue. My right arm was transferred to Henan Xinxiang after the earthquake was sawed. In September, on the eve of the death of Chairman Mao Zedong, my father, mother, and eldest brother returned to Tangshan with their broken arms. Soon after the news of the death of Mao Zedong