骑行路上,一片大山挡住了去路,索性就随便找棵树,停住车子,徒步进山。山脚下,寥寥几户石墙瓦房,错落有致,沉默不言,好像看惯了来人和过客。那些树站在村落之中,相互独立,动也不动。偶尔有鸡鸣犬吠之声传了出来,不远,却又难以靠近,我终究不属于这个地方。炊烟从人间的根部上升,和每一张朴素而粗糙的脸打过照面,便匆匆而去。更远的地方,我们无 Riding on the road, a mountain blocking the way, simply casually find a tree, stopped at the car, hiking into the mountains. At the foot of the mountain, there are a few households with stone walls, scattered walls, silent silence, as if accustomed to coming and passing. Those trees stand in the village, independent of each other, motionless. Occasionally cock bark voice spread out, not far, but difficult to close, I eventually do not belong to this place. Smoke rises from the roots of the earth, hitting each face with its simple, rough face and hurries away. Farther away, we have nothing