当这个骨骼清奇、银须飘然的刀郎老人,在激越的鼓点和尽兴的舞蹈结束后,径直从舞台上走下来,向我,一个手持相机的异族女人,用略微生硬的汉语对我说:“我,83岁了。”我不禁为之动容,这个叫伊斯拉木·木沙的维吾尔族老人用行动刷新了我对生命的定义和理解。他腰不弯,背不驼,身材不肥也不瘦,步履轻快而从容,舞蹈动作优美流畅,丝毫 When the bones were oddly clear, the elder Togliu wavering in the air must step straight down from the stage after stirring drums and delightful dancing. To me, an interracial woman with a camera, said to me in slightly blunt Chinese: “I am 83 years old. ” I can not help but be moved by this action. The Uygur elder called Islam Mucha refreshed my definition and understanding of life. His waist is not bent, the back is not the hump, the body is not fat nor thin, walking light and calm, beautiful and smooth dance moves, the slightest