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不被承认的家园后来听说,那年我才三岁,居然就跟着父母步行了十五里山路,从金华街上的家走到这个老宅子。那是我的长征,挑战了一个幼童的体能极限。我当时应该已经筋疲力尽。但是,我记得的一个细节却是,最后那几步我神气活现地抢着走在最前面。走上高阔的石阶,走过华美的朝门,再在大人指点下走进一扇弧形门槛。推开幽暗的内室,祖母正坐在木制的马桶上。看见我们,她不惊不诧地提起深红色的绒裤,然后一把将我揽进怀里。
Unrecognized home later heard that year I was only three years old, actually walked with his parents Fifteen Hill Road, walked from the home of Jinhua Street to the old house. That is my long march, challenging the physical limits of a young child. I was exhausted at the time. However, one detail I remember was that in the last few steps, I was rushing to the front with a sense of strength. Embarked on a wide stone steps, walked through the beautiful North Korea toward the door, and then under the guidance of adults into a arc-shaped threshold. Open the gloomy room, the grandmother is sitting on the wooden toilet. Saw us, she surprised to mention dark red velvet pants, and then one I took into his arms.