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70年代初,在苏北平原一个叫董庄的小村里,一个八斤多重长着小鸡鸡的胖娃娃呱呱坠地。胖娃娃的爹,那个25岁、咬文嚼字外号“小夫子”的戏子后代,乐得都快疯了。胖娃娃满月时,他爹那帮酸烘烘的文友前来祝贺。一位写一首诗要带十几个“啊”字的土作家抱着胖娃娃说:“小子,你爹怀才不遇,至今写的文章只能自己看。你可要争气啊!长大了当个作家,给你爹和我们出口恶气!”有人问给孩子起名了吗?他爹摇摇头。一桌子人都起哄说趁今天人多,干脆把大名
In the early 1970s, in the small village of Dong Zhuang in the northern Jiangsu Plain, a fat cat weighing eight kilos and containing chicken chicks was born. Fat baby’s father, that 25-year-old, chewing the nickname “Little Master” play offspring, happy to be crazy. Fat doll full moon, his father who helped acid bake friends come to congratulate. A writing poem to take a dozen “ah” words of the soil author holding fat dolls, said: “kid, your dad pregnant never met, so far the article can only write for yourself. A writer, to your father and we export bad gas! ”Someone asked the child named it? His father shook his head. A table full of people are saying that taking advantage of today’s many people, simply put the name