在我头脑中储存的关于电影的记忆,最早的应该是五六岁时,是跟我父亲去看的。片名记不清了,只记得一个镜头:有几个人,站成一排,拍打着胸前的腰鼓,转圈儿。记忆真是个奇怪的东西,我不知道为什么过去近40年了,其他情节都忘记了,唯独记住了暗的。夜幕下的村庄,除了偶尔听到几声狗叫,想找点响儿都难。只有放电影,村里才有响动,才有生机。到邻庄看电影常下队放电影的, The memory of the movie stored in my mind was the earliest when I was five or six and was watching with my father. Film name not remember, just remember a shot: There are a few people, standing in a row, flapping the chest drum, turn around children. Memory is a weird thing, I do not know why the past 40 years, and other circumstances have forgotten, just remember the dark. The village under the night, except occasionally hear several dogs, trying to find a little noise is difficult. Only release the movie, the village only ring, have vitality. To the neighboring village watching the film often put the film,