场坪上,白日照着,一圈闲人,为小小热闹粘在那里。一个年过六十的老人扛了一对大傀儡走来,到了场坪,四下望人,似乎很明白这不是玩傀儡的地方,但无可奈何地停了下来。老头子把傀儡坐在场中烈日下,轻轻咳着,调理着嗓子。他除了那对脸儿一黑一白简陋呆板的傀儡以外,什么都 Field Ping, in full swing, lap idol, sticking in for a little hilarious. A man over 60 years old carrying a pair of big puppets came to the field Ping, looked around four people, it seems very understand that this is not a place to play puppet, but helpless stopped. The old man sitting in the field of puppet scorching sun, gently cough, conditioning his throat. He had nothing except the stupid puppets whose faces were black and white