我有一个哥哥,一个弟弟。儿时,与哥哥说不上感情多好,或许是因他自小就在奶奶家长大的缘故。高中一毕业,他就考进了军校,我们和他接触的机会就更少了,总觉得他像个外人似的。日常生活里,即便是分零食,我情愿给弟弟,却有些心疼给哥哥。上世纪七十年代,还是大集体时代。每个生产队都有大板车,套上骡马,就可以运送肥料或庄稼。弟弟自小虎头虎脑,顽皮胆大,对所有的“车”都感兴趣,见了大板车就迫不及待地跟了去。有一次,他又跟在一辆载满肥料的大板车后面,恰好是上坡,载重量大,车速慢。他瞅准时机,手脚并用,坠在车后,荡起了“秋千”。不料,大板车因坡陡向后 I have a brother, a brother. Childhood, and my brother can not be good feelings, perhaps because of his childhood grew up in the grandmother’s sake. As soon as he graduated from high school, he entered the military academy, and we had fewer opportunities for contact with him, always feeling like an outsider. In daily life, even if it is divided into snacks, I would rather give my brother, but some distressed to my brother. Seventies of last century, or the collective era. Each production team has a large scooter, put on a mule, you can transport fertilizer or crops. His younger brother was a tiger, naughty and courageous. He was interested in all the “cars” and could not wait to see the big ones. Once again, he followed up with a fertilizer truck, just uphill, carrying heavy loads and slow speed. He looked at the timing, hands and feet and use, falling in the car, swinging “swing ”. Unexpectedly, a large scooter due to steep slope