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从家走的时候,天已经擦黑。上弦月斜挂在天空。我和老开肩上背着粮食袋,多少有些狼狈。从四顷地到平安堡要过两座山和一条河。第一座山,我们叫它蜈蚣岭。蜈蚣岭,实在不算个山,只能算个小山丘。但很陡。路多浮土和碎石,走起来,磕磕绊绊的;下山的路更陡,人走快了,得一路小跑,想慢下来都不行。远看过去,像尘土里飞快滚动的大石块。老开在我前面跑。跑着跑着,他就一路嗷嗷嗷地啸叫起来。我的嘴大张着,却喊不出来,只能咻咻地喘。到了山下。老开停下来,问我刚才的感觉怎么样,像不像在女人身上的最后冲刺?是不是很爽,很刺激?他这样说,我很自卑。因为我没有女人,更从没冲刺过,因此只能喘。
When I walked from home, the sky was already dark. On the moon hanging in the sky. I carry the old grain bag on my shoulder, how somewhat embarrassed. From four hectares to Ping An to two hills and a river. The first mountain, we call it centipede Ridge. Centipede Ridge, it is not a mountain, only a small hill. But steep. Road more than the earth and gravel, go up, stumbling trip down the road steeper, people go faster, trot all the way, do not want to slow down. In the past, like a big rock rolling fast in the dust. Old open in front of me ran. Running ran, he whistled all the way. My mouth is open, but I can not shout, I can only shyly. Down to the mountain. The old one stopped and asked me how I felt just like the last sprint on a woman. Was it so cool and exciting? He said that I was inferior. Because I do not have a woman, I never dumped, so I can only breathe.