一整天,她都在地里采烟叶。下叶片清脆的剥落声总让她身体觉得疼痛,她说不清楚具体是哪个部位,是手指,还是僵硬的膝盖或者是吸进了大量烟气的胸腔,此刻烟雾弥漫着全身,让她浑沌不清。她不得不再次停下手中的活计,缓慢地走到烟叶地的边缘,坐在河滩上。一只枯瘦发黄的手从口袋里掏出报纸包的烟丝,用卷烟纸哆哆嗦嗦地卷烟,她急不可待地将第一口烟吸进去,没卷紧的烟丝撒到了地上。 All day, she collected tobacco leaves in the fields. The leaves under the crisp sound of the total make her feel pain, she said it is not clear exactly which part is the fingers, or a stiff knee or sucked into a lot of smoke chest, smoke filled the body at the moment, let her chaos Unclear She had to stop again in the hands of the activity, slowly walked to the edge of tobacco, sitting on the flood beach. A skinny, yellow hand pulls out the newspaper packet of tobacco from her pocket and clumsily curls it with a piece of cigarette paper. She is anxiously sucking in the first puff of smoke and the unwound tobacco sprinkles onto the ground.