回忆太短,而遗忘太长。那些疼痛的青春和淋漓的泪水,都随着北上的列车呼啸而过。我和你的年龄只相差一岁,农村生活条件并不富裕,一个家庭养活两个孩子无疑要承受巨大的压力。父亲为挣钱养家常年在外打工,家里也只能由母亲一人照看我和你。在我3岁那年,母亲犯腰疼,不得不把我送到外婆家帮着照料,那时我还对你没有记忆。我再被接回家时,已经5岁。我能模糊记起那个场景,推开屋门,就看到坐在床上的你。你正拿着一支画笔摆弄, Memories are too short, but forgotten too long. The pain of youth and dripping tears, with the northern train roaring past. I am only one year different from your age. The rural living conditions are not rich. There is undoubtedly enormous pressure on a family to feed two children. Father to earn money to work for years working outside the home, the family can only take care of me and you by the mother alone. At the age of 3, my mother committed a back pain and had to send me to her grandmother for help. At that time, I still had no memories of you. I was 5 years old when I was taken home again. I can vaguely remember that scene, open the door, you see sitting on the bed. You are playing with a brush,