那些年,我一直活在惊恐的寻找里。雨后的黄昏,村庄的空气中浮动着水洗过的亮色,屋顶,树梢,山脊,都被抹上了一层炫目的金辉。正是牧归时分,对面的山坡上,成群的牛羊从坡上俯冲下来,像江流在奔泻,轰隆隆,轰隆隆,那些舞动的蹄子,大的,小的,轻的,重的,单腕的,双瓣的,横踩,直踏,一脚脚,都踩在村庄忙得有些错乱的神经上。 In those years, I have been living in horror looking for. Twilight after the rain, the village’s air was floated washed bright colors, roofs, treetops, ridges, have been cast a dazzling Jinhui. It is time for grazing, on the opposite hillside, flocks of cattle and sheep subducted from the slope, like the river in the plunging, rumbling, rumbling, those dancing hoofs, big, small, light, heavy , Single-handed, double-lobe, horizontal tread, straight tread, footsteps, are trampled on the nerves in the village busy with some confusion.