夕阳下,迟善的光华笼罩着老屋,古旧沧桑的痕迹被晕染得柔和了许多,一棵老树矗立在老屋前,偶尔有风吹过,惊起树上的几只寒鸦。老妪一动不动地窝在老树旁边破旧而又污浊的躺椅上,眼睛似睁似闭,唇角缓缓勾起,似乎在做着一个完美的梦。她梦到:轰轰隆隆的锣鼓声,不知疲倦地叫嚣着。红色的盖头,红色的绸缎,红色的喜字。连夕阳也被这颜色晕染得更绚丽了,少女的笑靥也愈显娇艳了,新建的几间瓦房也被这喜庆所感染。她还梦到夕阳下,身边的孩子欢快地跑着闹着,那妇女唇边 In the setting sun, Chi Shan’s Guanghua is shrouded in old houses. The traces of old and new vicissitudes have been smudged with many trees. An old tree stands in front of an old house with occasional wind blows, scowling a few jackdaws on the tree. The old man motionless nest in the shabby and filthy chaise longue next to the old tree, like eyes closed, lips gently erected, seems to be doing a perfect dream. She dreamed: roaring thunderous gongs and drums, tirelessly clamoring. Red hijab, red satin, red hi word. Even the sunset has also been more brilliant blooming this color, the girl’s laughter is also more tender and beautiful, and a few newly built tile-roofed house was also infected by this festive. She also dreamed of the sunset, the children around ran merrily, the woman’s lips