听到扎发的歌声,是在四月里的一个午后。这个午后并不特殊,可是,却让我的魂,留在了普洱,留在了拉祜的村村寨寨。那时候,我们是在思茅的营盘山里,随意地走走、看看。午后的阳光,暖暖地照在一坡一坡黛绿的茶树上,早晨的山岚,已经散尽,风吹过,带来一阵一阵苦涩的茶香。就是在这个时候,我们碰到了扎发。扎 It was an afternoon in April when I heard the singing of the haircut. This afternoon is not unusual, however, but let my soul, stay in the Pu’er, stay in the village of Lahu village Walled. At that time, we were walking freely in the mountain of Simao, a mountain of Simao, to see. The afternoon sun, warmly shone on a slope of a green tea tree, the morning of the mountain Lan, has been cleared, the wind blew, bringing a burst of bitter tea. It was at this time that we encountered Zha Fa. tie