27年前的夏天,在隆隆的雷声里,我收到了大学录取通知书。山梁上的黄土坡,只产玉米高粱,不产黄金珠宝。家人的喜悦,就如那场暴雨,转瞬散去。父亲消瘦的脸上愁云密布,母亲看不惯父亲的苦瓜脸,大声说:“就是砸锅卖铁,也要供娃儿读书!”家里倒是有两口大铁锅,灶火眼是连通的,一口用来煮饭,一口用来煮猪食。那天,母亲在呛人的炊烟里咳嗽,父亲用锅铲砸着 27 years ago in the summer, in the rumbling thunder, I received a university admission notice. Hill slope on the loess, corn only sorghum, no gold jewelry. The joy of family, just as the torrential rain, suddenly dispersed. My mother’s weight loss face covered with mom and dread, his mother could not understand his father’s bitter melon face, loudly said: “is the Zaguomaitie, but also for the baby children to read!” The family actually had two big wok, stove eyes are connected, To cook, a boiled pig food. That day, my mother coughed in choking smoke and my father smashed it with a spatula