西边的云彩已渐渐淡去,天色暗淡了下来。晚风从屋后的山谷里贯过来,吹得竹林子哗哗响。“叭叭”的枪声,从山那边响起,很清脆,还夹杂着不安的犬吠。劳累了一天的爹光着脚板,扛着锄头从地里回来,在敞坝上用水冲干净脚上的泥,点燃旱烟,惬意地吸了几口,捶了两下有些酸软的腰,然后抱着草往屋侧 The clouds on the west have faded, the sky bleak down. Breeze from behind the valley through the valley, blowing bamboo rushing sound. “Horn ” gunfire, sounded from the mountain over, very crisp, but also mixed with uneasy bark. Tired one day father barefoot, carrying a hoe back from the ground, washed open the dam on the water with a clean foot mud, lit dry smoke, pleasantly sucked a few mouthfuls, hammering a bit sour waist, and then hold Grass to the house side