记不清是哪一年,有人在村口盖了一座土地庙,用石头砌起。大小如牲口圈,个子高的人进到里面连腰都直不起来。平时,庙里冷清得连根烟头都找不到,一旦逢年过节,霎时间热闹起来。往往,一进腊月,我们这些小孩子们就开始兴奋。不知道时间之快,只知道一年只有一个大年初一。总是嫌日子过得太慢,像老牛推磨,悠哉游哉 Can not remember what year, someone in the village covered a land temple, built with stones. Size, such as livestock circles, tall people into which even the waist can not straight up. Normally, the temple indifferent even the cigarette butts can not find, once the holidays, all of a sudden bustling up. Often, as we enter the twilight, these young children are excited. Do not know the time is fast, only know that there is only one New Year a year. Always too slow to live too fiercely, like a bull pushing, leisurely travel zai