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一九九五年冬季的一个晚上,两声婴儿的哭啼声从一家小诊所的门内传来,伴随着医生们欣喜的鼓掌声,两个小生命就这样诞生了。他们是龙凤胎,一个是我,另一个是我哥,一个家庭在不知所措中迎来了完满。我总是回忆以前,回忆我的家还有我的家人们,二零零五年家乡发了一次大水,几乎冲散了所有的家当,记录了我成长历程的相册也没能幸免于难,只剩下零零散散的残破的几张。我拿着照片一张一张地细细品味,总是能从中搜寻到一点蛛丝马迹,有关我,有关我的家人们。
One evening in the winter of 1995, the crying of two babies came from the door of a small clinic. With the applause of the doctors, two small lives were born. They are twins, one is me, the other is my brother, a family ushered in overwhelmed. I always remember the past, memories of my family and my family, sent a flood of water in my hometown in 2005, almost all the belongings have been broken up, and the photo album of my history has not survived , Leaving only a few fragmented broken pieces. I took photos one by one to savor, always be able to search for a clue, about me, about my family.