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汽车拐过山垭口,故乡就在面前了。奥迪的车窗中嵌着小小的故乡:远近横着几间茅屋,瑟瑟地龟缩在苍凉大山的阴影中,更显得萧索与蒙昧。千余年未变的土路崎岖如故,颠覆着轿车所偕的“文明”。故乡未变,可他变了——再不是当年那个穿着空心棉袄,啃着婶母蒸的叶馍的孤儿了。十余年的摸爬滚打,铸就了他今日叱咤商海的基业。他不禁又庆幸起自己当年出走山村的决定了。“停车吧。”他招呼着司机小王,“这里的人没见过汽车,要是开进村里,说不定被小孩子糟踏成什么样呢。”他下了车,伴着现代文明的风,衣冠楚楚的打扮,
The car turns over the pass and the hometown is in front of it. Audi’s car window is embedded in a small hometown: a few huts are traversing from side to side, and the land of the sepulchre shrinks in the shadow of the desolate mountains, even more so. The unvarying dirt road in the past more than a thousand years is as rugged as ever, subverting the “civilization” of the car. The hometown hasn’t changed, but he’s changed—no longer the orphan who was wearing a hollow jacket and licking a steamed lotus leaf. After more than ten years of fumbling, he created the foundation for his business today. He could not help but rejoice that he had decided to leave the village in that year. “Park it.” He greeted driver Wang. “The people here haven’t seen a car. If you go into the village, you might be ruined by a child.” He got out of the car, accompanied by the wind of modern civilization. Dressy dress,