我们邓丽君之于我们,有各种因缘际会。小时去东北林区的某个姨家,布置简单的房间里,枕头大小,坐提两用的录音机旁,像摆书本一样竖排着一排邓丽君的磁带。顺手一推,磁带墙就像扑克牌一样斜斜地摊开,邓丽君的面孔刷刷地亮相出来。那时候的纸张挺刮,就是用色太重,邓丽君红红的苹果脸散开四处,如鲜花红桃,满室香甜。这些邓丽君都是姨父的收藏,姨撇撇嘴儿:他喜欢就喜欢呗,反正他也喜欢不去。姨夫是个普通到使人想不起来的人,因为他喜欢邓丽君,我却立刻想要注意他。 We Teresa in us, there are all kinds of karma. Hours to a northeast forest aunt, a simple layout of the room, the pillow size, sitting next to the tape recorder, like a book of books vertical like a row of Teresa Teng tape. Easily pushed tape wall like a playing card diagonally spread out, Teresa Teng’s face brushing out. At that time the paper Tinggua, is the color is too heavy, Teresa monroe red apple scattered around, such as flowers, hearts, sweet atmosphere. These Teresa Teng are Uncle’s collection, Aunt Pie Piezui: he likes to like chant, anyway, he also like not to. Uncle is an ordinary people can not remember, because he likes Teresa, I immediately want to pay attention to him.