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父親的堂房哥哥們從一槐 二槐。。。 開始排起
There was a big locust tree in the yard of my father’s house, a quadrangle where his family had lived for three generations.
Whenever a boy was born, the elder would name him Locust.
My father’s older cousins were First Locust, Second Locust, and so on.
When my father was born, he was named Another Locust.
My father passed away almost three decades ago. That locust tree keeps growing in my heart.
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