阿妈去世后,我经常被邻居拉拉毛家装满肉干的皮袋所吸引。那鼓鼓的山羊皮口袋像一只吊在空中的大鸟, 牢牢地揪住了我的眼睛。小时候,我总那样站在夏天的草地看天空飞过的鸟。中午的太阳很耀眼,照得青草歪 After my mother’s death, I was often attracted by the nephew Laramie’s bag full of dried meat. That bulging suede pocket like a bird hanging in the air, firmly grabbed my eyes. As a child, I always stand in the summer grass watching birds flying over the sky. The sun at noon is very bright, according to grass crooked