谷里谣曲远远地,便看到了一老一小挨坐在一块大石头上,靠的很近。山村散在一道岭的背面,绿树环抱着它。进了山,过了岭,老调爷和孙子小镬子的脸才慢慢清晰起来了。那一块带黑斑的岩层石看上去年代很久,雨雪风霜把它打磨出了好多弧度。等爷孙俩唱完了谣曲,天色也将近黄昏。谣曲飘摇直上,风吹断了大部分,仅仅剩下的几个音儿又乘上幽幽的调子,贴着他们右侧的崖坡“咕噜噜”滚下山谷。那一谷的碎声。谷里升起一片鸟鸣,有的鸟悬在树尖纠聚; Valley music far, we see a young and old sitting on a big rock, by the close. Mountain village scattered in the back of a ridge surrounded by trees. Into the mountains, over the ridge, grandfather and grandson Xiaobuzi face slowly clear up. That rock with a dark spot looks very long rock, rain and snow winds it polished a lot of arc. Sun Yat-sen and other singing the ballad, the sky is near dusk. The rhyme went straight, and most of the wind was blown off, leaving only the few remaining melodies on the faint tone, rolling down the valley against their right side of the cliff. That valley of broken sound. There is a bird song in the valley, and some birds hang together at the tip of the tree.