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1938年盛夏的一天夜晚,朗星明月把当阳县绿林山下的洪庙一带照耀得如同白昼。辛苦了一天的农家汉子,大多在稻场搁上门板或者放上竹床、竹躺椅,摇着芭扇乘凉聊天。然而在刘家祠堂门前的广场上,却有四五十名年轻小伙子赤博上阵,在舞刀弄枪、耍鞭挥棍。“嘿——嗨”的吆喝声和着兵器的铿锵撞击声,象演奏着一曲雄浑的交响乐。 正练到酣畅之时,场子西南角大步流星走进一个三十五六岁的壮汉。这汉子身躯伟岸,方脸大眼,身穿一套白细布短衫,英武中透出一股懦雅之气。只见他停住脚步,不慌不忙解下腰带,右手捏住腰带的一头,猛然间向前抖展开去,只听得“扑愣愣”一阵声
One day in midsummer in 1938, Longxing shines the daylight on the Hongmiao Temple under Greenwood Mountain in Dayang County. Farmhouse hard man a day, mostly in the rice field put on the door or put on the bamboo bed, bamboo lounge chair, rocking chatting fan chatting. However, in front of Liu Ancestral Hall on the square, there are forty or fifty young lad who go into battle, grab the gun in the dance, whip swing stick. “Hey - Hey” squeaking and clapping clang of weapons, like playing a powerful symphony. Being practiced to hearty time, the far corner of the southwest corner of the field into a thirty-six year old brawny. This guy stalwart, square face big eyes, wearing a white cloth blouse, British military revealed a cowardly atmosphere. I saw him stop, unsuspecting unbuttoned belts, right hand pinch a belt, suddenly shaking forward to go, only heard “flutter Leng Leng” burst of sound