那两年我在县里读书。每到秋冬季节的星期一,我总是第一个与降临我们村子的黎明曙光擦肩而过。有时候到了学校,东方才起白色。我必须在上课铃响之前赶回学校。我去学校的十几里路程的感受,就是半子的玉蜀黍和红薯干面杂合干粮的重量。那是我一个星期的口粮。在我上学的第二年,这样的口粮也难以为继。又是一个星期一的凌晨,我娘为我做干粮。她把面缸的底儿扫了个净,做了六个杂面馒头。她带着歉意说,不够的话,再回来拿。我知道家里断粮了。那 Two years I was studying in the county. On every Monday autumn and winter, I always pass by the dawn of the first dawn with our village. Occasionally to the school, the East was white. I have to rush back to school before the bell rang My feeling of going to school for a dozen miles is the weight of half-dried corn and sweet potato dry-mixed rice. That’s my one-week rations. In the second year of my school, such rations are unsustainable. It is also a Monday morning, my mother did food for me. She swept the bottom of the vanity net, made six miscellaneous bread buns. She said with an apology, not enough, then come back to take. I know that the family cut off food. that