那年冬天,天气特别冷,街道上几乎见不到行人的踪影。村子上空只有袅袅几缕浓烟在静寂地飘来荡去,尔后,也没有了踪影。人们大概都扯着厚棉被整日焐在暖暖的土炕上,作着一个又一个的白日梦。忽一日,吵杂的人声终于打破了冬日的死寂。一群人抬着一个身上捂着棉絮且硬梆梆的人走进 That winter, the weather was particularly cold, almost no traces of pedestrians on the streets. Only the curls of smoke over the village floated quietly, and later, there is no trace. People are probably pulling thick cotton quilts all day long in the warm Tukang, one day after another daydreaming. Suddenly, noisy voices finally broke the winter’s silence. A group of people carrying a body covered with cotton and hard-edged people into