对住在上水獭坪的人来说,刚过霜降,伸手便摸得着冬天的额头了。几场冻雨一下,几阵硬梆梆的风一刮,雪米子就筛下来了。在上水獭坪韩氏原址上还留守有韩三槐、韩甘氏老两口和几十来间摇摇欲坠的瓦房。刚跨上冬天的坎,韩甘氏定要给老伴割回来几斤鲜羊肉。坐一个砂罐在炭火上,把羊肉煨它一下午,一小块一小块揪进麦面烙的 For people living in 上 坪 Ping, just after the frost, reach out and touch the winter’s forehead. A few freezing rain, a few hard-edged wind scraping, snowy rice sifted down. In the water otter Ping Han’s original site still left behind Han Sanhuai, Han Gan’s old couple and dozens of come and go between the crumbling tile-roofed. Just crossed the hurdles of the winter, Han Kang set to give his wife cut back a few pounds of fresh lamb. Sitting in a sand pot on the charcoal fire, the lamb simmer it an afternoon, a small piece of grasping into the wheat bran