一“爷爷,山的那边是什么?”一个孩子扑闪着明亮的眼睛问抱着他的爷爷。“山。”老者沉思半天,望着四周的青山,有些茫然地答道。“那边的那边又是什么呢?”孩子并未就此罢休,又继续追问。这次老者回答得倒也爽快:“还是山。”故事就这样代代相传。生活在大山里的人们从生到老到死,都在这方小天地里,始终没有人走出大山。火热的夏夜,伴着啾啾的虫鸣,全村的老老少少手执蒲扇聚集在那棵饱经沧桑的大树下。 A “Grandpa, what is the other side of the mountain?” A child fluttered with bright eyes and asked his grandfather. “Mountain. ” The old man pensive for a long time, looking around the Castle Peak, some blankly replied. “What is there over there?” “The child did not stop there, but also continue to question. The old man answered too refreshingly: ”or the mountain. " The story goes on from generation to generation. Living in the mountains of people from birth to death, are in this small world, no one out of the mountains. Fiery summer night, accompanied by tweeted insects, the village’s young and old hand palm Po fans gathered in the tree under the vicissitudes of life.