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我阿姐胸前的银饰,总是在人流里孤零零地响。她没去城里之前,扎着马尾,乳房奔突。她沾着立夏时节的雨丝,穿过烤炉熏染的三伏,割猪草,挖冬笋,钻箬叶林。她的身体扎猛子钻进滂沱的夏夜,跟着骤然的雷电,一起淬火发声。阿妈骂她,她子弹一样顶回来。天高云淡的秋,是深长午睡后的仓皇。她又回到了村庄,学着母亲的模样儿,收割了地里稻穗、野百合,垒砌好榨油坊里木梓箍。精心包好了花生种、鱼香草籽。阿妈骂她,她从
My sister’s chest silverware, always solitary ring in the crowd. Before she did not go to the city, with a ponytail, breasts rush. She stained the rain of summer rising season, crossed the veratroots, cut the hogweed, dug the winter bamboo shoots and drilled the eucalyptus forest. Her body dived into the torrential summer night, followed by a sudden thunder and lightning together. Grandmother scolded her, like bullets back top. Autumn sky is clear, is a deep nap after the panic. She returned to the village, learning the mother’s appearance, harvesting rice paddies, wild lilies, build a solid oil press Lane wood apron. Carefully wrapped peanut species, fish vanilla seeds. A mother scolded her, she from