夕阳西下,那个在云端做饭的老神仙,是我的外婆,我听见她的民谣,正在把一群小羊往偏远的民俗里赶,把一群忙碌的蚂蚁,赶进古老的诗经,共同唱晚。黄昏是她披起的一件单衣,风一来,整个村庄都在摇晃,坐在村子里的灯火,是我外婆手中的法器。一只猫睡了,却能听到一个人的脚步踩 The sunset, the old fairy cooking in the clouds, is my grandmother, I heard her folk, is a bunch of sheep in remote folk in the rush, a group of busy ants, rushed into the ancient Book of Songs, sing together late. Twilight is a uniforms she draped, the wind came, the whole village are shaking, sitting in the village lights, my grandmother’s hand. A cat sleeps, but can hear a footstep of a person