对老舅的形象记忆,还停留在他那活脱脱地劲吹喇叭的意象里。老舅气运丹田,腮帮鼓胀,脖筋凸暴,粗糙得榆树枝样的十指,娴熟交错地按动音孔……听吧,清越、高亢、粗犷的喇叭声,宛如憋了许久的山洪一样,倾泻排涌,强力地掀动着沉厚的空气,尖锐地钻过农家窗户牛皮纸的罅缝,便涌涌滔滔地于村庄错落的房脊上,由近及远跌宕开去——这成为我三十年 The memory of the image of the elder uncle, still stay in his image of the loud speaker. Bianzhu gas field pubic region, cheek bulges, neck cramp, rough in the branches like elm fingers, skillfully staggered press the sound hole ... ... listen to it, the more clear, high-pitched, rough horn, like holding back a long time flash flood Similarly, pouring surges vigorously tilted the thick air, sharply drilled through the cracks in the kraft paper of the farmer’s windows, surging up and down in the scattered ridge of the village, from near and far down - this Be my thirty years