当夕阳将最后一缕阳光带进山坳的时候,当灰白的羊群鼓着肚子浩浩荡荡地从西山归来的时候,当顽童们收起冰车回家的时候,“黑火枪”也开始沿着山梁走来,偶尔也会在枪杆上挂只兔子。“黑火枪”便是我的父亲,他皮肤黝黑,常披一件黑布破棉袄,带一支乌黑的短火枪,于是,村里的人便都叫他“黑火枪”。 When the sunset brings the last rays of the sun into the mountains, when the gray sheep return from the Western Hills with a mighty belly and drums, when the urchins take the ice car home, the “black gun” begins to follow. Walking along the hill, occasionally hang a rabbit on the gun. “Black Musket” is my father. He has a dark skin and often wears a black cloth to break the jacket and brings a short black gun. Then people in the village call him a “black gun.”