一老谷头每天最受活的事就是盘腿坐在古城子城墙的南城门废墟上,粗糙干裂的大手慢悠悠地从小蓝花布袋里掏出卷烟纸,烟纸上还带着作业本的田字格,他将烟纸对折,再把金黄的旱烟叶均匀地撒在纸里,慢慢地捻动卷实,伸出湿润的舌头灵巧一舔,一支精巧的旱烟卷就叼在黄黑相间的牙齿间了。他掏出火柴,略侧一下身背风划着,烟卷就点燃了。他深吸一下,一股浓浓的烟气从嘴和两只大鼻孔中奔涌出来,很快就在旷野的风中消散了。他眯着眼睛望了望他的羊群,几十只羊正在外城与内城之 One of the oldest living things in the valley is to sit cross-legged on the ruins of the south gate of the ancient city wall. The rough, cracked big hands slowly pull out the cigarette paper from the small blue flower bag. The paper also carries the field of homework The word grid, he folded the cigarette paper, and then the golden dried tobacco leaf sprinkled evenly in the paper, slowly twist realism, out of wet tongue dexterity licked, a delicate dry cigarette smoke Diao Diao in the yellow and black Between the white teeth. He pulled out a match, slightly flattering, the cigarette lit. He took a deep breath, and a thick stream of smoke flushed from his mouth and two big nostrils and soon dissipated in the wind of the wilderness. He narrowed his eyes to look at his flock, dozens of sheep are outside the city and the inner city