儿时,母亲听从阴阳先生的妙计,给我定了一门干亲。先生说我命苦又命硬,认一头牛做干爹。牛,就是留,牛能保佑我留下一条小命。它刚从地里收工,戴着竹笼嘴,穿着鼻钩绳,脖子上架着一柄粗大的木轭,在它的身后是我的亲生父亲,戴一顶斗笠,披一件蓑衣,执一根柔长的牛鞭。程序一道不少:焚一炷香,放一串鞭炮,母亲按住我的头,给牛三叩头。母亲说:这是你爹,叫爹。 Childhood, my mother obeyed the master of yin and yang, gave me a dry kin. My husband said that I was hard and hard, admitting a cow to be a godfather. Cattle, that is, cattle can bless me to leave a life. It had just finished its work in the field, wearing a bamboo cage mouth, wearing a nose crocheted rope, a large wooden yoke framed by its neck, and behind it was my biological father wearing a hat and a Root long and soft bullwhip. A lot of procedures: burning incense sticks, put a bunch of firecrackers, my mother hold my head, kowtow to the bull three. Mother said: This is your father, called father.