小时候的老家,不比华西村的富庶,也不比偏远山区的残破,还算是生活得不错的地方。因为是稻米产区,虽然也是风里来雨里去,吃的却是白米饭,偶尔还炒个鸡蛋,日子没那么多苦难。那时候的艺术来源于半导体收音机,田问地头,炕上炕下,还有村里的广播,从早到晚都是亲切的声音,每个频道每个时段我们都知道是什么,自然,都可以选择固定的节目去听:小喇叭、评书、戏曲……听得如醉如痴。没有影像的收音 A child’s home, better than Huaxi rich, nor broken than remote mountainous areas, still living a good place. Because it is rice-producing areas, although it is the wind and rain to go, eat it is white rice, and occasionally speculation eggs, days are not so much suffering. The art of that time came from the semiconductor radios, the fields, the kangs and the radio in the village. From morning till night, it was a cordial voice. Every channel we knew every time, nature could be Choose a fixed program to listen to: a small speaker, storytelling, drama ... ... hear mesmerizing. No image of the radio