你爷死的时候肚子胀得像一面鼓。爸爸指着我背靠的核桃树说,这棵树是我八岁的时候跟你爷从河边移栽过来的,你看,这树长得多好啊。当时还是小树苗,现在每年都能打两百多斤核桃了。我头往树后躲了躲,想要抚摸我脑袋的手掌落空了,手很不好意思地停了停,就朝树摸去。这是你刻的?爸爸的手摸着树上的字问。他都问了好几遍了,还要问啊,跟审犯人似的,我避开他带刺的目光,把头转到树的另 When you die, your stomach swells like a drum. My father pointed to the walnut tree which I backed by saying that this tree was transplanted from the river with my grandfather when I was eight and you see how good the tree grows. At that time still young saplings, and now every year can play two hundred kilos of walnuts. I head to hide after the tree hide, want to touch the palm of my hand fell to the ground, the hand is very embarrassed to stop, touch the tree towards the tree. Is this your carved? Dad’s hand touched the word on the tree. He asked several times, but also asked ah, with the prisoners like, I avoid his sting eyes, head to the other tree