天空起火天堂烧尽的傍晚,庚子叔回来了,牵着一匹枣红马。田野上的小路也是红的,高粱弯得让人担忧,收获的人,齐齐停下手边活儿,看着和他们同样暗红的庚子叔,还有就要燃烧的枣红马。他一步步地深人,像寻找象冢的老象。终身未娶。父母不在,庚子叔走进的是象征意义上的故乡。祖屋还在,风拍门环,梧桐叶覆盖着青石板屋阶。秋已经深了。堂侄们走后,一片巨大的荒凉攫住了他。矮小平凡的庚子叔坐在灯影里。像一个陶罐。他想起他同样矮小平庸的父亲,黑白影像里他的童年,想起忍辱负重的牛,他瘸腿的母亲。他们像贴着地面的蜗牛,爬动,留下黏糊糊的足迹。彼时他孩童的眼看到马。那是画上的马,扬蹄 Sky fire burning heaven in the evening, Geng Zi back, holding a bay horse. The path in the field is also red, sorghum curved so worrying, people who harvest, Qi Qi stopped hand work, looking at the same dark red Gengs uncle, there is burning Burning Horse. He step by step deep, like looking for the image of the old elephant. Never married. Parents are not, Geng Zisu into the symbol of the hometown. Ancestral home is still, wind racket, sycamore leaves covered with quartzite house. Autumn has been deep. Church niece who left, a huge desolation grabbed him. Undertake the trivial little Uncle G box in the light of the shadow. Like a clay pot. He remembered his equally dwarfed mediocre father, his childhood in black and white, a cow that had borne the bruises, his lame mother. They crawl like a snail on the ground, leaving a slimy footprint. At that time his child’s eyes saw the horse. That is the painted horse, Yang hoof