那时,我们那条街还是公共厕所的时代,谁家里有厕所,那可是高干人家了。一条街的人都挤到街东的那座叫作公共茅房的破屋子里。屋子半悬在河边,几根木杆支撑着。涨水时,浑浊的水会溅到屁股上。听见敲鼓声,最好捏着鼻孔,那是排大便。细雨刷刷洒落下来时,最好闭上你的眼睛,口中默念阿弥陀佛,打消一切邪念。很多时候,蹲在那里是种成仙的享受。低头可见清幽幽的河水缓缓 At that time, our street was still an era of public toilets, and there was a toilet at home, but it was a high man. The people in the street crowded into the ruined house called the public latrine on the east side of the street. Hanging halfway through the river, several wooden poles support it. When the water rises, the muddy water will splash on the buttocks. I heard knocking drums, it is best to pinch your nostrils, it is row of stool. When the rain drops down, it is best to close your eyes, mouth Amitabha meditation, to eliminate all evil. In many cases, squatting there is a kind of immortal enjoyment. Dull quiet dull water can be seen slowly