一初夏的黄昏,如血的斜阳打碎在杨柳叶里,溅起几寸老时光。一条老狗耷拉着脑袋,从哑巴身旁悄无声息地漫过,哑巴拾起一块石子,老狗的哀嚎声中伴着哑巴咯咯的笑声。哑巴小心翼翼地脱下破了裤管的直筒裤,平整地放在河岸边,从低洼处下了水。河水是会说话的,哑巴听得懂。人们以为哑巴每天都来摸螺蛳是因为喜欢它的味道,只有哑巴自己知道,他喜欢的是河水讲的故事。哑巴从河水里摸上来的每一件东西都浸着岁月的气息,一枚硬币,一只收音机,甚至,一颗还未成年的 A early summer evening, such as the blood of the sun smashed in willow leaves, splashing a few inches of old time. An old dog drew his head, silently from the side of mute diffuse, dumb picked up a stone, the old dog’s wailing noise accompanied by a chuckle chuckle. Mud cautiously took off the trousers straight jeans, flat on the river bank, from the low water at the office. The river is talking, dumb understand. People think dumb every day to snail snail because it likes the taste, only dumb to know, he likes the story of the river. Mute every thing touched from the river are immersed in the atmosphere of the years, a coin, a radio, or even an underage