那时是一个静静的午后。奶奶在东厢房躺着,我几进几出东厢房,甚至毫无心计地拍了几下东厢房的门,大声地喊过几声奶奶。奶奶并没有像往常一样被我吵醒,一边骂着“叫魂哪”一边从床上爬起来,吆喝着我,颠着小脚把我赶出她的房间。我家在村口,放眼望去,是连绵的稻田,稻田的中央,则是条实在说不上宽畅的大道,平常的时候,大道虽不见得繁华,却不断有人经过——那就是一条通往外界的道路。那个午 It was a quiet afternoon. Grandma lying in the east room, how many times I went into the East Wing, and even without any intention of taking a few times the east wing of the door, shouted loudly how many grandma. Grandma did not wake me up as usual, scolded “screaming soul ” while getting up from the bed, shouting at me, feet out of her room. My home is at the entrance of the village. Looking through it, it is a rolling paddy field and a central paddy field. It is a road that can not really be described as smooth. Normally, though it is not necessarily prosperous, the road continues to pass - that is, a road to the outside world . That afternoon