鸡一上架,再加上两三声狗叫,夜就漫下来。日子便在庄稼人的犁尖上和铁锹下磨钝了一截,活路也“嗝”在了夜里。犁地的农人喘着粗气,一屁股坐在田埂上,绝望地瞅着漫下来的夜色,先是埋怨自己的手脚慢了几分,后又埋怨这 A shelf of chicken, plus two or three dogs barking, the night will be over. The days were peeled off under the plowshares and shovels of the crops, and the road was also “belch” at night. Plow the farmer gasping for a while, sat down on the ridge, desperately looking at the night sky, first complain about his hands and feet slow a bit, then blame it