叶秀又想那个宝贝儿子了,就一只胳膊挎着篮子,另一只胳膊下夹着一捆烧纸,沿着一条林荫路向村子外走去。小路向南曲曲弯弯,林荫浓密,安静得只有蝉鸣。双脚踩着微热的黄土,小路被她抛向身后,往事像陈年的烈酒随着步子的节奏一点一点地醉上心头。十八岁那年嫁到围子(呵!围子?围子!你听这名字,像是铸造坚固的铜墙,任谁进来了也逃脱不了),一晃就是三十年。十八岁嫁给满仓时,村里很流行一句话叫做好汉无好妻赖汉守花枝。但叶秀不那样认为,是满仓让叶秀有一个家。 Ye Xiu and think of that baby son, one arm off the basket, the other arm under a bundle of burning paper, walked along a tree-lined road to the village. Trail south curve, thick bush, quiet only cicadas. Stepping on the warmth of the loess feet, the path was thrown behind her, the past, like the old spirits with the pace of the pace a little bit drunk. The 18-year-old married to the Wai (Oh! Wai Wai Wai Wai! You listen to the name, like casting a solid copper wall, who came in also can not escape), a flash is thirty years. 18-year-old married full warehouse, the village is very popular in a word called a good man Hanjue Shou Zhi Wu Zhi. But Ye Xiu do not think so, is full of leaves to have a home Ye Xiu.