一乡村公路的尽头。我、阿三、曾莎,还有阿三老婆,从公交班车下来,站在盈寸的浮土上,双手抚摸因长途奔波而酸疼不已的腰臀。举目四顾,蓝天白云下,天地山川空旷的轮廓依旧,记忆中的乡村景色却变得虚渺而恍惚。乡政府门口,人群三五成堆,交头接耳,飘忽的眼神中闪过丝丝惊惧,透出诡异的气息。我心里涌起惶恐,好像来到异国他乡,一时间茫然得像手足无措的孩子。 A village road at the end. I, Asan, Cusha, there Asan wife, bus from the bus down, standing in surplus on the soil, his hands touching because of long-distance rush and waist buttocks endless pain. Looked everywhere, under the blue sky and white clouds, the sky and the earth’s open contours are still, the memory of the rural scene has become vanity and trance. Township government at the door, the crowd thirty-five piles, whispering, erratic eyes flashed slightest horror, revealed a strange atmosphere. My heart filled with fear, as if to a foreign country, for a time blankly like a helpless child.