那时我刚刚记事,我们举家回乡务农。对干农活父母都是半路出家,明显心有余力不足,但为了糊口,还是每天硬着头皮起早贪黑。这样一来我和哥哥就成了没人管的孩子,孤单地相互支撑着彼此的童年。哥哥是我童年里快乐的源泉。桑葚熟了,哥会给我摘最红最红的;高粱收了,哥就去给我砍又甜又嫩的秆儿。每次哥去割草(交给生产队挣点工分),就对我说:“你看好鸡,我给你带好吃的回 At that time, I just remember, and we returned home to farm their families. On the dry farming parents are halfway monasteries, obviously lack of capacity, but in order to make ends meet, or daily daring scalps dawn. As a result, my brother and I became childless children, supporting each other’s childhood alone. My brother is a happy source of my childhood. Mulberry cooked, brother will give me the most red and red pick the most; sorghum received, brother went to cut my sweet and tender stalk children. Every time I go to mow the grass (to the production team earn points), I said to me: ”You are optimistic about the chicken, I will give you a delicious back