白龙镇。青石街的街面上闪着蓝幽幽的光,一些小坑汪着亮晃晃的水泡子。日本炮楼上的探照灯有规则地扫来扫去,像一把大刀东劈一下,西劈一下。回春茶馆的廊檐上吊着一只纱灯笼。对面,一字儿排开布行、米店、豆腐张和棺材李。它们大多关了门,一眼望过去黑糊糊的。只有棺材店还吊着灯笼,两只,但光线微弱。灯笼上方的挂钩没有固定好,被草草地挂着,挂着的线又细又长。风吹得它们大幅度摆动,摇摇欲坠。黯淡的光线飘摇着,无端生出阴森和鬼气来。 Bailong town. Bluestone Street flashing blue and faint light on the street, some pits Wang bright shining blisters. The searchlight on the Japanese artillery floor swept to the regular sweep, like a big knife east split, Western split. Rejuvenation tea hall corridor hanging a yarn lantern. Opposite, the word line cloth, rice shop, tofu Zhang and coffin Lee. Most of them shut the door and looked blankly past. Only coffin shop also hanging lanterns, two, but the light is faint. The hook above the lantern is not fixed well, was hanging haphazardly, hanging the line is thin and long. The wind blown them sharply, crumbling. Dark light swaying, no reason to give birth to dark and ghostly.