当唢呐成为地下的一块沉默的痂,谁还能为黄土注解。一空旷裸露,沟壑纵横。黄土高原上,一股干热的气流由下而上席卷起灰黄的沙砾,弥漫的风尘阻挡着不远处的视线。渐渐地,眼前一点一点呈现出村落的轮廓,还有那些用黄土塑成的脸庞。想象中,腾挪翻滚的安塞腰鼓,激越高昂的秦腔,震动着人的眼球和耳膜。刹那间,天地一片沉寂。一道尖锐的唢呐声如水银般灌入双耳,一阵苍白的凉意掠过前额,太阳穴内侧的神经开始猛烈地抽搐。 When the suona becomes a silent scab on the ground, who can annotate the loess? An open bare, ravines aspect. On the Loess Plateau, a hot and dry air flow swept the gritty gravel from the bottom up, and the diffuse air and dust obstructed the sight not far away. Gradually, the outline of the village was shown little by little, with the faces made of loess. Imagine, tossing and rolling Ansai drums, shocking high Shaanxi Opera, the vibration of the human eye and eardrum. Suddenly, the world is quiet. A sharp snooze plunges into both ears, like mercury, and a pale coolness swept across the forehead. The nerves inside the temple began to fiercely twitch.