在大巴山深处一个偏僻的山坳里。 　　在那个“卫星”越放越多 ,越放越高，越造越大的年代 ,我叔从“大炼钢铁”战场解甲归了田。他本想不下“火线” ,但一根黑不溜秋的“黑棒棰”偏偏砸在腿上 ,于是他只好一跛一拐拖着伤腿回村当了作业组长。我二叔是党员 ,是村里的民兵连长 Deep in the Daba mountains in a remote col. In that era of “satellites,” the more and more the more and the more high and the greater the greater the age, my uncle from the “big steelmaking” battlefield deconstruction of the field. He could not think of “FireWire,” but a black, sloppy “black stick” just hit the lap, so he had a lame, abercrombie, dragging the injured leg back to the village when the operation team leader. My uncle is a party member, is the village militia company commander