郝随穗写下故乡的这些小人物已封存在乡野之间,他们之像也被我们遗忘已久。他在记录这些乡野人物的言行,却不为他们立碑和代言著说。他们有无数张不同脸谱在记录时间的变迁,它构成故乡之殇。他们的命运之于半边老屋、半堵篱笆、半截土路和被熏香燎黑的宗祠之间,时间隐没,目光游离,没有尽头。他们被缩小的悲伤或被遗忘的疼痛,在我们荒芜的内心被定格成水草肥美的田园。贫穷听着风声成为一种罪过,美好已荡然无存。 Hao Zhisui wrote hometown of these little people have been sealed in the countryside, their image has also been forgotten by us. He is recording the words and deeds of these country folk, but does not stand for them and speak for them. They have countless different Facebook changes in the recording time, it constitutes the hometown of 殇. Their fate is halfway between old houses, half-blocked fences, half-cut dirt roads, and dark incense-shrouded inns. Time flies, their eyes free, and their ends untouched. Their diminished sadness or forgotten acumen have been set to the fertile pastures in our desolation. Poverty Listen to the wind as a sin, the good has vanished.