1袁本秋推开虚掩的房门。金黄色的阳光顺着门框,像水波涌进暗处,照亮了张木匠。张木匠坐在木工房的椅子上,手里拿着一张报纸。报纸上端,是一撮坚挺的黑发;报纸下端,敞开的米灰色茄克衫露出他松软的大肚子,像只大南瓜倒扣在皮带上。张木匠身后,小个子徒弟坐在旧沙发上,用一柄锋利的木工凿打磨一件雕花窗扇。随着屁股的不停挪动,老式沙发像一大群饥饿的蟋 1 Yuan Benqiu open empty door. Golden sunshine along the door frame, like waves into the dark, illuminated carpenter Zhang. Carpenter sits in a chair in a wooden workshop, holding a newspaper in his hand. At the top of the newspaper was a group of firm black hair. The open, gray-gray jacket at the bottom of the newspaper revealed his soft belly, like a big pumpkin buckled on a belt. Behind the carpenter, the little disciple sits on the old couch and sharpens a carved sash with a sharp edged carpentry. As the ass kept moving, the old-fashioned sofa resembled a large group of hungry crickets