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我生长在一个大家族里,仅父亲一辈儿就有哥儿八个,他们和祖辈们一样,年复一年地在荒原播洒汗水,春种秋收,流逝着时光。 我的三叔,是七个叔叔里最少言寡语的一个,但他很内秀,除了能做一手漂亮的农活儿外,他还是半个兽医,认些字,时常帮爷爷理财记账。 塞外的农时短,农闲时,三叔就放起夜马。放夜马是个
I grew up in a big family, my father has only a generation of eight children, they and their ancestors, year after year in the wasteland broadcast sweat, spring harvest, the passage of time. My Uncle, one of the seven most outcasting aunt in his uncle, is very neat. In addition to being a beautiful farm-worker, he is still a veterinarian who recognizes some of his words and often manages his grandfather’s financial records. Short plug outside the farm, slack, Uncle to put the night horse. Night horse is a