一要是那天早上我家的灶火没有发出古怪的笑声,是不是就不会有客人来到我们家里?而竹瓦山上那间四处漏风的破泥土房子,是不是还能给我保留一个完整的家呢?在很长的一段时间里我都这样想,边想边抓自己的脑袋,有时会抓下来一些发黄的发丝,有时抓破了头皮,鲜血染红了指甲,但还是想不明白:怎么会有那么多的事情,就像夜晚树梢上那些被打中的白鹇一样,一只紧接一只噗噗噗地落到眼前,让我猝不及防?都说火笑客人到,赵副就是在火笑之后从晨雾中走到我们家的。 One morning, my family's stove fire did not make weird laughter. Would not there be any guests who came to our house? And the leaky earth-shattering house on the bamboo tile hill could still save me a complete home In a very long period of time I think so, thinking about while scratching their heads, sometimes grabbed some yellow hair, and sometimes scratched the scalp, blood stained nails, but still do not understand: How can there be so many things, like those on the treetops at night were hit Baizhi, just followed by a puff fall to the eyes, so I caught off guard? Said smile guest, Zhao vice is After the fire laugh from the fog came to our home.