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一我舅舅马二和尚死于一九八九年冬天。我舅舅死的前两天,狼谷口下了一场罕见的大雪,雪花铺天盖地,整整一天一夜,像满世界被白色的轻盈的羽毛填充了,飘飘扬扬,把个偌大的狼谷口下成了一只白色的巨鸟。冷气瞬间包围了村子,舅舅家后院茅坑里结了厚厚的一层冰凌,就连堂屋木架子上的酸菜缸,也冻裂了。我舅舅马二和尚蜷在炕上,透过糊满眼屎的眼睛和窗户纸破开的小洞,看着院子里半尺余深的积雪,他蜡黄色的脸上浮出一丝奇怪的笑。火盆里的火烧得很旺,外婆坐在炕上缝补旧衣裳,边缝边抹眼泪,说:“儿,你每回一钻山,我这心……就跟着抖哩。”
One of my uncle, Ma II, died in the winter of 1989. Two days before my uncle died, the wolf valley mouth a rare snow, snow overwhelming, a whole day and night, like the world was filled with white feathers of light, fluttering Yang Yang, a huge wolf Valley mouth became A white giant bird. Air conditioning instantly surrounded the village, my uncle’s backyard pit of a thick ice layer, and even the Tongcao wooden shelves of sauerkraut, but also cracked. My uncle, Ma II, curled up on the kang, looking through the small hole in the yard that broke open with the eyes and the window paper and saw a strange smile on his waxy face . The fire in the brazier is very prosperous, the grandmother sits on the kang sews up the old clothes, the side sews the tear, said: “Every time you drill a mountain, my heart ... just shook miles.” "