那天,是我的“命关”。1996年公历 1 月 26日,也就是将近春节的前五天。这日子,在我们东北老家叫“年关”,在我就是‘命关”——命里的关口。 因为这天旱晨,我不能不抱着刚生下九天的儿子从东北坐火车口北京。原打算坐飞机的,可因为我九天前是剖腹产生下孩子,刀口没愈合,孩子又太小,民航不让坐飞机。 That day, is my “life”. January 26, 1996 Gregorian calendar, which is the first five days of the Spring Festival. These days, in our hometown of northeast China, I call “the year of customs,” the gateway to my life - because of this drought, I can not sit at a train station in the northeast from Beijing with my son, who has just given birth to nine days. Originally intended to fly, but because I was born nine days before the Caesarean section, the incision did not heal, the children are too small, civil aviation will not allow the plane.