在我的抽屉里珍藏着一张我们全家人在上世纪八十年代初拍的黑白照片,照片上有刚从田间劳作归来脚上还没来得及穿鞋的母亲,九岁的我,还有七岁和五岁的两个弟弟及不满三岁的小妹妹。每当我看到照片上那个可爱的小妹妹,我内心总会涌起一种难言的疼痛。妹妹离开人世时才两岁多,记得那天她一声声哭得让人揪心,说是肚子痛。那时家乡未通公路, In my drawer is a collection of black and white photos taken by our entire family in the early 1980s. There are pictures of mothers who have not had time to wear shoes on the farm, nine years old, and seven Two younger brothers at the age of five and five younger ones at the age of three. Whenever I see the lovely little sister on the photo, there is always a kind of unspeakable pain in my heart. Sister left when she was only two years old, I remember the day she cried so worried, saying it was a stomachache. At that time, the hometown did not pass the road,