天色刚蒙蒙亮,状元村内沉寂的街道突然喧哗起来。挤在人海中,我竖起一双耳朵,好奇地偷听人们议论昨晚发生的祸事。正是寒冬腊月的天,要是平常我会猫在暖烘烘的被窝中,直到娘叫破了嗓子才懒洋洋地起床。可是今天太不同寻常了,放眼观望,八百多米长的大街人头攒动,挨肩擦背。喧哗最厉害的地方便是我家的屋后,人们你一句我一言,有袖手站着的,有歪坐在墙根玉米秆堆 The sky has just blossoming, the sudden silence of the village streets suddenly uproar. Crowded in the sea, I put up a pair of ears, curious to eavesdrop on people talk about the calamity last night. It is winter days, if normal I will cat in the warm blanket until the mother cried throat lazy to wake up. But today is too unusual, looking around and watching, more than 800 meters long street crowded, rubbing his shoulders. The most powerful place is the noise behind my house, people I say you a sentence, a sleeveless standing, crooked sitting in the corn stalks