1阿宽好些年没回故乡了?十年?不止。二十年?好像也不止。一只灰喜鹊蹲在一棵歪脖子槐树上,喳喳,啄羽毛,一只小狗不声不响嗅嗅绕树的柴垛,摇摇尾巴,然后,一齐兴致勃勃看一老者对着阿宽在扳手指头。六月,原野一片灿金,晃得人眼直冒水,麦穗的香气一波一漾,荡起酸水勾人馋虫。扳指头的老者对他说,再过个七八天时间就能吃上新面蒸出来的大白馍馍了。 1 A wide number of years did not return home? Ten years? Not only. Twenty years seems to be more than that. A gray magpie crouched on a crooked neck locust tree, chattering, pecking feathers, a puppy silently sniffing the woodpile around the tree, shaking its tail, and then, together with a look at the old man in front of a Wide in wrench finger. In June, the field was a can of gold, shaking people straight to take the water, the aroma of wheat a wave of waves, swinging acid pick hooked worms. Elderly pulling her fingers told him that another seven or eight days to eat steamed noodles out of the white grudges.