我从十几年前的一个黄昏开始迷恋村庄。在这之前我很少考虑村庄是怎么回事。村庄就是人群聚集的地方,祖祖辈辈都在这里生息繁衍,传说繁密得像天上的星星。我就住在村庄里。几间民房,一棵榆树,一只碾盘或一口辘轳井,还有鸡窝和柴草垛。我深居其中,却可以对它们视而不见。 I became obsessed with the village from a dusk more than ten years ago. Before that, I rarely considered what the village was like. The village is where the crowds gather. For generations, generations are living here. The legend is as dense as the stars in the sky. I live in the village. Several houses, a eucalyptus tree, a mill plate or a manhole, and a chicken coop and firewood rake. I live in them but can ignore them.