我的老家在辽西乡下,那里都是盐碱地,到处是荒草甸子。阳历八月初,秋天还没到,草甸上像癞痫一般一处处的亮白,一处处枯黄。亮白的是土地上浮起的碱,枯黄的是早早萎缩了的草。仅有的一点庄稼地里的也长不好庄稼,两寸长的玉米棒子上,玉米粒儿稀稀落落的,瘪瘪的瞎。六十年代初,是全国上上下下吃不饱饭的时候,地处这样贫瘠土地上的我们一家人,自然更躲不过这场自然灾害了。 My hometown is in the western Liaoning countryside where there are saline soils and wildflowers everywhere. Gregorian calendar in early August, the autumn has not yet arrived, the meadow as a general epilepsy at a bright white, yellow everywhere. The white is the floating base of the land, the yellow is the early atrophy of the grass. The only crop in the field is also not good for crops, two-inch long corn cob, corn particles sparse, deflated blind blind. In the early 1960s, when our whole family was hungry for food, our family, located on so poor land, naturally could not hide from this natural disaster.