1我爹从县狱里出来,头发老长,都被汗水泥垢打成了绺。他走到东岗子,那里雾气沼沼的,十步之外看不清人影儿,就听老鸹呱呱地叫。一搂来粗的老榆树竖竖叉叉的,隐约在雾气里浮动,树梢结着白啦啦的树挂和冰溜子。走进林子里看不到天,头顶丫丫杈杈毛毛茸茸,好像周遭全是一些认不清的活物。光听得老鸹噪成一片,却看不到一只老鸹。我爹周身的血都凝了,毛孔里吱吱地冒冷汗,两只拳头攥得紧紧的,头发根儿全都竖起来。他只 1 My father came out from the prison, the hair is old and long, have been hit by sweat dirt scale. He went to Donggangzi, where misty marshes, ten steps can not see the shadow of children, to hear the old croak to call. A thick old elm erected fork, vaguely floating in the fog, the tree branches with white laurel tree hanging and ice cream. Into the woods can not see the sky, head Yaya twigs shaggy hair, as if all around are some unknown live creatures. Can not hear a single old man, but he can not hear it. The blood of my father’s whole body is solidified, creases in the pores, cold sweat, two fists clutched tightly, and all the hair roots are erected. He only