阿鲁的山谷在哀牢山的一道山褶里,原来只是条不知名的小山谷,后来我在这里遇到了阿鲁,便将它叫做阿鲁的山谷。我与阿鲁的相识是一种奇遇。那天,我一直听见有小孩儿哭,那哭声隐隐约约,时断时续,到夜深人静时,就特别清晰,也特别揪心。第二天一早,我就去问寨里人:“谁家的孩子在山上哭啊?”他们说:“没有啊,没有谁把小孩儿放到山上去啊。”可我真的听到了。嘤嘤咽咽,分明是一个小婴孩儿的哭声。 The valley of Aru was in a mountain fold in Ailao Mountain. Originally, it was just an unknown valley. Later, when I met Aru here, I called it the valley of Aru. My acquaintance with Aru is an adventure. That day, I always heard a child cry, crying vaguely, intermittent, to the dead of night, it is particularly clear, but also particularly worried. Early the next morning, I went to ask Walled: “Whose child is crying in the mountains?” They said: “No, no one put the kid on the hill.” Heard it. Sobbing pharynx, clearly a little baby crying.