一第二天晌午,枪声像一群饥饿的蝗虫从山脚下飞奔而来。杜鹃蜷伏在洞口冰冷的岩石上,一双布满血丝的眼睛透过野藤和灌木,向山坡下张望着。因为寒冷和饥饿,她的身体在微微颤抖。大鸟临走前硬生生用土把火种掩埋了,溶洞里因此坠落在一片幽暗和寒冷之中。腊月里的一场雪,已经断断续续下了七天。大青山下那些村庄仿佛被人们遗落的几堆破 At noon the next day, the gunfire flew like a flock of hungry locusts from the foot of the mountain. Cuckoo curled up in the icy rock hole, a pair of bloodshot eyes through the wild vines and shrubs, looking down to the hillside. Her body trembled slightly because of cold and hunger. Big bird before leaving abruptly buried the fire with soil, caves so fall in a dark and cold. Snow in the twelfth lunar month, has been off and on for seven days. Under the Castle Peak those villages seem to be left behind by the pile of broken