1吴宏才端着一只超大的白瓷碗,别扭又怪异地蹲在磨嘴上。吴宏才把屁股对着堂屋门,脸对着天上的太阳,有点像蹲在茅坑里。其实他在喝稀饭。吴宏才喝稀饭的声音有些特别,一会儿哧啦哧啦的,像他家猪圈里小花猪的吃食声;一会儿又噗噗的,像鸭子在放屁,总之,有点心不在焉或草草了事。只有他自己知道,喝稀饭只是必须要喝,而他的耳朵一直在倾听。吴宏才家的门是柴门,简易木框勒着的芦柴上,还有一些陈年的芦花,在中午的微风中轻轻招摇。柴门上横着一根槐木棍,吊着一只小喇叭,正在唱《我们的生活充满阳光》。 1 Wu Hong was carrying a large white porcelain bowl, awkward and weird to squat on the grinder. Wu Hong just ass wall to the door, facing the sun in the sky, a bit like squatting in the pit. In fact, he is drinking porridge. Wu Hong was drinking porridge some special sounds, while a little laughala friends, like his family’s piglets in the pig’s food sound; while puffing, like a duck in the fart, in short, a little absentminded or careless. Only he knew that drinking porridge just had to drink, and his ears were listening. Wu Hongcai home door is Chai Men, Lu simple wooden frame Lu Chai, there are some old aloe, gently waved in the noon breeze. Chai door on the side of a Huai wood sticks, hanging a trumpet, singing “our life is full of sunshine.”