从小到大,我们都在—个遥远的村落里寂静地活着。这个村子有十几户人,用泥巴和芨芨草盖的房屋,错落有致地排列在一道四面环绕着重重峰峦的沟谷里边,其间有一条羊肠小道,似乎一直通向了天堂。村子的前面,有一片小树林子。有时候,一天的时间里也不见半个人从林子出入,在这一整天的时间,偶尔有一个人从这寂静得死一般的村子踅身进去,倏地就像个影 From small to large, we all lived in silence in a remote village. There are more than a dozen families in this village, with houses covered in mud and stagnant grass lined up in a valley surrounded by heavy ridges and valleys with a winding path leading to heaven. In front of the village, there is a small woods. Sometimes, in a day, half a person can not see or walk out of the woods. During this whole day, there is an occasional moment when a man goes in and out of this still-dead village.