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在我的记忆里,母亲只打过我两次,而那两次挨打,却改变了我一生的命运。 1986年夏天,上初中的我,一天中午回十里外的家拿暑期作业费,家门锁得紧紧的,母亲不在。邻居大婶告诉我,母亲天不亮便上坡割麦去了,直到现在还没回来。我便骑上车去找母亲,好远我望见单薄瘦弱的母亲正一个人佝偻着身子,吃力地拉着满满一拖车麦子缓缓走来。那时,太阳正疯狂地烧烤着大地,不干活的人也热得汗流不
In my memory, my mother only played me twice, and those two beaten, but changed the fate of my life. In the summer of 1986, I went to junior high school and went home for a summer job at noon, one day at noon, so that my house was locked tightly and my mother was absent. The neighbor’s aunt told me that she had gone uphill until the day when she was a mother and had not come back yet. I rode the car to find my mother, so far I saw the thin and the thin mother is a man shy body, struggling to pull a trailer full of wheat slowly came. At that time, the sun was roasting wildly on the ground, and those who did not work were also sweaty