一天天喝酒,夜夜做梦。有些梦生动古怪,许多是关于村子的,让我醒来后觉得这样的梦蕴涵着几分诡异,有时是那么逼真,实景与实地对应。一个小村子,三十户人家,全是一个姓,大叔大婶兄弟姐妹,还是二十年前的模样。我们这一宗族,人口并不旺盛,祖宗曾在米脂闯出一片天地。县城的初始是我们这姓的根据地,有文字记载叫毕家寨。 Drinking day by day, night dreaming. Some of the dreams are quirky and many are about the village. After I woke up, I found such dreams implying a bit weird, sometimes so real, and the real and the field counterparts. A small village, thirty households, all a surname, uncle and aunt siblings, or look twenty years ago. Our clan, the population is not strong, ancestors had a break in the world of rice fat. The initial county seat is the base of our last name, there are written records called Bijiazhai.