车上,我一直执拗地询问枫林镇的来历,顾名思义,是不是曾经种满枫树?这问题的回响是长长的沉默。老乡们的目光在晃荡的车子里集中,捕捉那张画了一半花花绿绿的画,心里可能比划着与上次来画画的外乡人画技的优劣。汽车几个回旋,已经靠近这叫枫林的古镇,路边几座倾颓的门台,精致雕 In the car, I have been stubbornly asked about the history of Fenglin Town, as the name implies, was it ever planted with maples? The echoes of this issue are long silences. The eyes of fellow villagers are concentrated in the slothy car, capturing half of the colorful pictures drawn in their hearts, probably comparing the advantages and disadvantages of drawing techniques with the outsiders who used to paint. Several car maneuvers, has been called the ancient town called Fenglin, the roadside several decadent door, exquisite carving