秋末,东北大山里的村庄像换下花袍子的妇人,一身素袄,干净朴实。这时候,村西场院里是最热闹的地方。大人们聚在宽敞院落里,围成一圈儿,手握连枷,起落间发出啪啪的响声。这响声随着大人们脚步的挪移而转动,节奏一致,连续不断。场院四角的豆垛上,有孩子缩在里头睡着了,稍大点儿的孩子正淘气,脑瓜儿顶着豆秸,猴子般地上蹿下跳,大呼小叫。黑黢黢的苍山收拢这些声音,编排一首协奏曲,回荡在清冷夜晚。 Autumn, the mountains in the northeast mountain village like to replace the woman in a robe, a plain jacket, clean and simple. At this time, West Village yard is the most lively place. The adults gathered in spacious courtyards, circled, hands flail, and rattling between the rains. This sound with the adults move as the pace of rotation, rhythm consistent, continuous. On the corner of the court four corners of the Doudu, there are children shrink inside asleep, slightly larger children are naughty, head and shoulders brawn brains, monkey jump up and down, shouting. Heiqu Qu Cangshan gather these sounds, arrange a concerto, echoed in the cold night.