我父亲常常爱说那年那夜逮鬼的那故事。天漆黑,像象倒扣的黑锅,陡峭的山路顺一道风化石梁慢悠悠地往上延伸,如一条懒洋洋的乌梢蛇往上蠕动。爬在石梁上往梁下河湾望去暗淡而微红的煤油灯光象鬼火星星点点从各家各户或用木条竖起做窗棂或四方小格的窗户上散发出暗淡微红的光点。时不时有几声看家犬汪汪吼叫,夜间惯爱嘲杂的蛙鸣,喀巴喀巴给漆黑的夜增添了几分生机,也给夜行摸爬在山路 My father often likes to tell the story of a ghost that night that night. Black day, like a black cup downside down, steep mountain road along the feng shui stone slowly extend upward, such as a lazy snake up peristalsis. Climb the stone beam to the beam under the river Bay to look dim and red kerosene lamps like ghost fire stars little from each household or erected from the windows made of wood or four square lattice dim light red light point. From time to time there are several beetles bark roar, nocturnal love ridiculous frog, Qibaqaba to add to the dark night a bit of vitality, but also to climb at night mountain climbing