一其实,我对面图山的山道上,每年春天的日子里,都会传来纷沓的脚步声,这是一群群从山那边走来的人,用传承千年的挚情,对这块土地发出的叩问。许多年过去了,我从未在意,这是我顾左右世事而淡漠了它的缘故。但是,它的客观存在,终于在眼前的一个日子里感动了我。记得数十年前,我大约六七岁的时候,由母亲领着,坐马车到了对面的山脚下,然后,徒步顺山道逶迤而上,去赶庙会。那里有许多庙宇,供着许多泥塑人物,有男有女。其中,有的面目和蔼可亲,有的恐怖狰狞。庙会热闹非常,有的烧香,有的磕头,有的吹拉弹唱,有的烧火做饭。给我印象深刻 In fact, I am on the mountain road across the map, every spring day, there will be heard a cascade of footsteps, which is a group came from the mountain over the people, with the legacy of thousands of years of love, the land Issued by the inquiry. Many years have passed, I never mind, this is the reason I ignored the world and indifferent to it. However, its objective existence finally touched me in the day ahead. I remember a few decades ago, when I was about six or seven years old, I was led by my mother and took a carriage to the foothills of the opposite mountain. Then I walked up the hill to the temple fair. There are many temples, there are many clay figures, there are men and women. Among them, some face affable, some horrible. Festivals are very lively, and some burning incense, some kowtow, some pull pull play, some burning fire cooking. Impressed me