多年前的那个黄昏,我奶奶忧伤地为我伯父打点着远行的行囊——那只是一个小小的包裹,包裹着一双纳帮千层底的布鞋。我奶奶打算把包裹的带子系成活扣,这样我伯父解起来的时候要容易些。但是她总是出错,她颤抖着手,把包裹的带子一次又一次地系成死扣。我奶奶觉得,这是件不祥的事情。村口老柳树底下,又响了两声卡车喇叭。 The twilight years ago, my grandmother sadly insisted for my uncle on the line of luggage - it was just a small package, wrapped in a pair of cloth shoes to help melayers. My grandmother intends to wrap the band into a living buckle, so that it will be easier for my uncle to come up with it. But she always made a mistake, she trembled, and lashed the strap of the package over and over again. My grandmother thinks this is an ominous thing. The village under the old willow tree, and rang twice truck horn.