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那一次,我到长白山里老林子中的桦树林子镇去采风,在老柳家的药铺里,和朋友们一起大碗喝酒,大碗吃肉,听到了柳中医他祖父在桦树林子打猎遇上白鹿的传奇故事儿……柳大炮看了看窗外,西北风刮得呼呼地叫响,像狼嚎似的,鹅毛大雪漫天地舞着,门窗也哗啦哗啦地响。他再看一看媳妇韩大丫,大大的肚子隈着棉被,再有一个月媳妇就要生产了。可这家里,锅是旧的,碗只有一个,墙角旮旯处放着半袋子的苞米粒子,只有炉子里燃烧得噼啪直响的柴禾,显得这屋里还有生气。
That time, I went to the old forest in Changbai Mountain in the birch grove town to collect the wind, in the old willow home pharmacy, and my friends with a bowl drink, bowl of meat, I heard Liu Chinese medicine, his grandfather hunt in the birch grove Legend of the story of the White Deer children ... ... Liu artillery looked out the window, the northwest wind whirring, like wolf howling, snow goose sky and sky dancing, doors and windows also rattled ring. He took a look at the Korean woman Ah daughter, a big stomach swaddled quilts, and then a month-old daughter will have to produce. But in this house, the pot is old, with only one bowl, half a bag of corn kernels in the corner, and only the firewood, which is burning in the stove, seems angry in the house.