十年一荣一枯,一棵树消失了;百年一荣一枯,一个人消失了;千年一荣一枯,一个村庄消失了;一年一荣一枯,一棵草消失了;一日一荣一枯,日子消失了。“人就是一棵草。”走累了的老汪背靠凉山亭的一棵苦楝树脚坐下,抚弄一棵狗尾巴草。“天旱无露水。”老汪又对狗尾巴草莫名其妙地说了一句。山羊吃草,狼吃山羊,老虎吃狼,大鱼吃小鱼,小鱼吃毛虾,毛虾吃草蠓,大官吃小官,小官吃百姓,百姓吃草。老汪这样想的时候,一丝苦笑就在嘴角停住了,思想也停止了步伐。老汪从怀里掏出一个锈铁烟盒和一叠纸,捏一撮烟丝, One year, one year, one year, one tree vanishes. One year, one year, one year, one year vanishes. One year vanishes. One village vanishes. One year one vanishes and one grass disappears. One day One Rong one dead, days disappear. “Man is a grass. ” Tired old Wang backed by a virgin tree feet Liangshan Pavilion sit, fondle a dog tail grass. “Drought no dew. ” Lao Wang replied to the dog tail grass somehow. Goats grazing, wolf eating goats, tigers eating wolves, big fish eating small fish, small fish eating hairy shrimp, Mao shrimp eating grasshopper, big officials eat small officials, small officials eat the people, people graze. Old Wang think so, a trace of smile stopped in the corner of his mind stopped thinking of the pace. Old Wang took out from his arms a rusty iron cigarette case and a stack of paper, pinch a handful of tobacco,