在山的那边,有个小小的村落。夕阳将它的桔黄涂在了麦场的广阔土地上,高高堆起的谷粮似在盼望着什么,粮堆脚下睡着一个干瘦的小男孩,他的脸上被洒满了阳光,嘴角稍稍扬起的弧度,与手中紧握 On the other side of the mountain, there is a small village. The setting sun painted its orange on the vast land of the wheat field. The high pile of grain seemed to be waiting for something. A small, lean boy fell asleep at the foot of the grain pile. His face was covered with sunshine. The curvature of the mouth slightly raised, with the hands of the grip