一晚饭后,波涛起伏的群山浮着嫩红的夕阳。王贵坐在房檐下,眼睛茫然地望着渐渐暗下去的余晖,黄昏一步步走来。远处传来了二胡声,这是住在村尾的刘文在拉二胡。已经十多年了,刘文傍晚只要有空闲,他都要拉上一段曲子。琴声徐缓,悠悠飘浮在昏黄的日光里。现在,王贵没有心思去细听那琴声。王贵父亲早死,上完初中后,母亲再也无力供他上学了。他很想读书,可家里实在没法,他也只好背着小木箱回来了。那些课本他一本也舍不得丢,他把它们整整齐齐地收放在从学校背回的小木箱里,无聊时打开木箱拿出一本来看。 After a supper, the rolling hills floated a red sunset. Wang Gui sitting under the eaves, eyes blankly looking at the darkness gradually dim, walked by step by step. Echo came from afar, which is living in the end of the village Liu Wen in the pull erhu. It has been ten years, Liu Wen as long as there is free time, he must pull on a piece of music. Slow sound piano, long floating in the dim sunlight. Now, Wang Gui no thought to listen to the piano. Wang Gui father died early, finished junior high school, his mother was no longer powerless for him to go to school. He wanted to study hard, but at home there was no way. He had to come back in a small wooden box. He was reluctant to drop those textbooks, and he neatly put them in the small wooden backs that were taken from the school. When they were bored, they opened the wooden box and took a look.