腊月二十八,大雪覆盖了乡野。水柱子就是在这一天走丢的。活脱脱的一个人,二十大几了,像寒冬腊月里的一滴水,落在冰面上,说找不着就找不着了,难怪水柱子的娘阚秀花哭得跟从冰窖里捞出来似的。寻找水柱子的人出去了三天,大年三十的傍晚,他们纷纷回来了,目光中都覆着一层失落的雪花,白茫茫一片。 Twelfth lunar month twenty-eight, snow covered countryside. Water column is lost on this day. A person who is a living off, the twenties a few, like a drop of water during the winter twelfth lunar month, fell on the ice, can not find it or find it, no wonder the water pillar son Khan Xiuhua cry with the ice cave out like . People looking for water column out three days, New Year’s Eve thirty, they have come back, the eyes are covered with a layer of lost snowflakes, a vast expanse of white.