我14岁那年,全家搬到台湾南部的一个小渔村。因为贫穷,孩子们生病时,母亲不敢带我们去看医生——她付不起医药费。有一天,小弟发高烧,咳嗽非常严重,母亲不得不鼓起勇气去找村子里的林医生。我们都被带着去了。四个年龄不同、高高矮矮的孩子一字排开,愣愣地站在这个乡村医生的对面。他很安静,几乎不说话,偶尔开口,声音轻柔,说的话我们却一个字都听不懂,那是闽南语,还夹有日语。林医师仔细地检查小弟的身体,把护士拿过来的药塞进母亲的 When I was 14, my family moved to a small fishing village in southern Taiwan. Because of poverty, her mother was afraid to take us to the doctor when the children were sick - she could not afford the medicine. One day, his younger brother had a fever and a cough that was very serious. His mother had to muster the courage to find Dr. Lam in the village. We were taken away. Four different ages, tall and short children lined up, Leng Leng stood opposite the village doctor. He was quiet, barely speaking, occasionally speaking, softly speaking, but we did not understand one word. That was Hokkien and Japanese. Dr. Lin carefully examined his brother’s body, the medicine taken by the nurse into the mother’s