1昨晚下了一场雨。早晨,上庄村的当家人梁满囤走出了房门,抬头望了望清澈瓦蓝的天,深深地吸了一口凉爽的空气。四周一家家的小院,经过雨水的清洗,在闪闪烁烁的阳光下透着亮。街上的树梢被风吹动,哗哗地摇落一串串水珠。梁满囤一手端着水杯,蹲在房前刚要把牙刷塞进嘴里,院墙中间的大铁门便被啪啪地拍响了,就像一阵急促的战鼓。他只好放下杯子,迈着大步到了门楼前,嘴里应 1 It was a rain last night. In the morning, Liang Zhuang’s family member, Liang Man-hoard, stepped out of the room and looked up at the clear blue sky, drawing a deep, cool air. A small courtyard surrounded by a family, after the cleaning of the rain, shining in the twinkling sun shining. The treetops in the street were blown by the wind, and a string of drops of water were swirling. Liang full store hand holding the glass, squatting just in front of the toothbrush into his mouth, the middle of the courtyard wall iron gate was slapped patted, like a burst of war drums. He had to put down the cup, strode to the front of the gatehouse, his mouth should be